Meanwhile, at the research institute, Cayden rambled incessantly about Lucian’s merits while helping to transport the medicinal herbs.
Regretfully, Roxanne remained unmoved.
At the end of his rope, Cayden took his leave after transporting the medicinal herbs and left.
On his way back to Farwell Group, resentment brewed within him.
Even when he went into the CEO’s office to report back to Lucian, his face was as black as thunder.
“What’s with this expression of yours?”
Glimpsing his a*sistant’s expression, Lucian frowned, thinking that Roxanne turned down his help.
Only then did Cayden snap back to his senses. He chuckled guiltily. “Nothing.”
Seeing that he didn’t want to speak of it, Lucian didn’t press him for an answer, merely inquiring, “Have you sent the medicinal herbs over?”
