When Meryl returned to her office, the first thing she saw was the man sitting on the leather sofa.
He leaned back lazily with both legs propped on her desk. A faint, teasing smile curved across his handsome, rebellious face. His platinum hair looked slightly tousled, yet somehow perfectly styled.
He was undeniably attractive, but every inch of him radiated careless arrogance.
“Soren? Why are you here?”
The sight of him already gave Meryl a headache. She set the documents on the desk and ordered, “Put your feet down.”
Soren lowered his legs and leaned forward slightly.
“Is the press conference over?”
“Yes. You should leave. I still have a lot of work to handle.”
Meryl had no time to argue with him, nor did she want him staying here and causing trouble.
“I need to explain what happ
