Nathan couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration, jealousy, and resentment toward Theo. Soon, a less noble thought crossed his mind—maybe he should poach the chief designer from Theo’s team.
He gave his assistant a serious order, “I need the designer information from his company. Get it to me as soon as possible.”
“Understood,” the assistant replied, before leaving the office.
As the assistant was about to walk out, he hesitated and added, “By the way, President, the chairman has stopped the company’s support for Miss Moore… Victoria’s medical fees are in arrears.”
Nathan’s face turned stormy, and after a long silence, he muttered through gritted teeth, “Deduct it from my personal account.”
The assistant, looking uncomfortable, said, “You’ve missed three company meetings this month.
