Without looking at Quinton’s face which had turned as bitter as a gourd, Alexander walked straight into Welsh Max.
Blaine hurried to follow.
Tracie felt like she had just emerged from water, her legs weak. She watched Alexander’s receding figure, breathed a sigh of relief, then hurried to catch up to him.
A group of people followed Alexander respectfully.
All the lower-level staff at Welsh Max stood up, respectfully calling out: “Young Master Reynolds.” accompanied by a murmur of discussions.
Tracie followed closely, now very earnest, clicking her high heels as she ran after him.
Welsh Max was indeed impressive.
The interior decor was grand, imposing, and luxurious.
Soon, they reached the top floor, the chairman’s office.
Alexander, who had been here before, walked straight in and
