The hospital staff learned about the arrival of the president of the Taylor Group and hurried over to receive him.
"Mr. Taylor, thank you for everything! I don't know how to return your favor," Olivia gibbered.
"Just call me Asher." He stood by the sickbed with his arms folded across his chest.
Was it proper to call her boss by his name?
Olivia intended to refuse but dismissed the idea when she saw the firm look in his eyes.
She raised her head again and looked the dashing man in the eye. Her heart was beating even faster. "Asher, thank you for helping me today."
He cleared her name, praised her review in front of the designers, and sent her to the hospital.
She felt a butterfly in her stomach. Fluttering its wings, it brought up a storm.
"My wolf! Do you feel that? My heart is pou
