Jeremy was utterly flabbergasted when Madeline hugged him on her own accord.

Amid the pitch-black environment, he ran his fingers around Madeline's waist subconsciously and said in a faint tone, "Aside from the contract, what's there for us to talk about, Mrs. Whitman?”

Madeline could not blame him for speaking in such a manner as she was the one who spoke in such a disdainful way in the first place.

"Jeremy, I really have something important to talk to you about."

With the faint ray of light, Jeremy lowered his gaze to look at the person in his arms. "Speak."

Madeline took in a deep breath. Cautiously, she scanned through the entrance of the conference room to reaffirm that no other people were eavesdropping. She grasped onto Jeremy's arms with a slightly firm grip.

"Jeremy, actually, our—"

Buzz, buzz.

Madeline had just said a few words when the phone on the floor started vibrating.

Her heart missed a beat. She looked down on the lit screen that displayed Felipe's remark.

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