With a chime, the elevator doors opened.Corbyn quickly walked out of the cramped elevator and stomped to his hotel room angrily. Dean followed behind him at a normal pace. Maybe it was because he had longer legs, but he didn't fall behind too far compared to Corbyn, who was trudging quickly.The two of them stepped into the room. Corbyn first took off the stuffy suit jacket, revealing the white shirt inside. Because of his frenzied emotions, he was sweating. His shirt was plastered to his sweat-drenched back, making it seem like a work of art.Dean stared at his lower back like a child staring at a shiny new toy—he had this uncontrollable urge to put his hand on it.However, as soon as his hand touched Corbyn's body, the latter swatted his hand away angrily with a loud smack. Dean was astonished, looking like a child who didn't know what he did wrong."What are you doing?" Corbyn roared angrily.It was the first time Dean had ever seen Corbyn get mad at him. Not knowing what t
Corbyn lost his cool. "Don't you have anything to say?"Dean regarded him innocently. "You said you didn't want to listen to what I have to say."Corbyn slammed his hand onto the table angrily. "Then you should at least come over and try to console me."Dean felt even more wronged. "You asked me to stay away."Corbyn gritted his teeth angrily. "Oh, so now you want to listen to everything I say? If I ask you to break up with me, would you do it?"Dean was stunned. At that moment, he really looked just like a statue.Corbyn finally saw a ripple in the calm ocean within Dean's eyes.This was probably the first time that Dean showed a change in emotions since they first started dating.Dean was dazed and at a loss. Seeing him like that actually gave Corbyn a sense of satisfaction."What?" Dean's voice sounded unexpectedly weak.Corbyn had never heard him speak like this before.Dean had always spoken in a flat and cold voice, like a computer, except with a more natural tone. His
After hanging up the phone, Dean sat in his office, zoning out.Since his assistant, Thomas, was pretty close to Liesel, he told her that Dean looked to be in a bad mood."Dean is in a bad mood?" Liesel was shocked."Yes!" Thomas also looked astounded.Dean's poor mood was indeed major news. After all, in the eyes of Thomas and the others, Dean didn't have emotions.It wasn't an exaggeration to say that their company could gain or lose billions of dollars in just a minute. Even the most experienced partner would show some kind of emotion during market fluctuations, and the intensity of these emotions were usually directly proportional to the volatility of the market. On the contrary, as the youngest partner in the company, Dean was actually the calmest. He was always the same person, whether he won or lost money. He gave the same reaction whether people praised him or insulted him.Dean was just like that.Thus, everyone began to joke about how Dean's AI algorithm was cutting-
Liesel sighed. She said sagely, "This kind of behavior is unacceptable. Think about it. If you let him get what he wants, then he'll continue to threaten to break up with you in the future. Would you two be able to live like that?""Could that happen?" Dean was shocked and flustered at the same time.Just hearing Corbyn mention breaking up once was enough to hurt Dean deeply. He wouldn't be able to handle it if Corbyn said this all the time.However, he didn't fully believe Liesel. As a data analyst, he would seek opinions from multiple angles.Many companies on Well's Street had their own counseling room with a team of professional therapists on duty. After all, this was a very high-stress workplace, so therapy had become a necessity.Thus, Dean went to see the therapist.The therapist was flabbergasted. After all, Dean looked like the person who could withstand pressure the most. No one would have ever thought he would see a therapist for help.However, Dean quickly made his r
Amanda had also poured a lot of effort into trying to establish this connection. She never thought that Corbyn would be able to set it up within just a week.Smiling wryly, all she had to say was, "Corey sure is lucky."The word "lucky" meant something.Someone who paid attention would be able to tell that Amanda didn't think Corbyn was capable. He was simply lucky and had gotten help from someone important.Vlad smiled. "The key to life is good luck. Who wouldn't want a project to be in the hands of a lucky person?"Amanda also realized that her words had come off a little bitter, so she put on a small smile. "That's right. Corey will make our projects prosper.""Yes. Mandy, you're pretty busy," Vlad said. "You should give Corey your overseas projects. He's young and full of vitality. He can fly anywhere, and he has studied abroad before, so he knows how to connect with people of different cultures. What do you think?"Since Vlad brought it up, it meant that he had already made
"One of my clients is a sponsor of the Abraham Exam Board," Dean replied.Corbyn was confused. "What? Did you ask your client to do something for you?""It was a favor," Dean explained. "Also, I think that my client and I are equals."Corbyn swallowed. He had always thought of himself as a prince, but now it seemed like Dean was the prince. After all, what kind of employee would treat their clients so casually unless they were royalty?However, even though Dean was cold to his clients, they still liked him very much and were willing to entrust large sums of money to him.It was simply because Dean could manage their funds very well.With the rise of Dean's reputation, clients began to fight for him instead of the other way round.A billionaire, Jeff Beno, even sought him out at the event to strike up a conversation with him. "Actually, I've always admired you. Well, I have a billion dollars in my hands…"Dean replied indifferently, "Sorry, I've reached the limit of managed fu
After learning what happened behind the scenes, Corbyn's expression changed. Mixed feelings swirled in his chest. He thought that he should be touched and grateful, but on the contrary, he felt even more dispirited.He gave Jeff a nasty look. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. Nonetheless, I will not interfere with his work, so please stop bothering me!"Jeff's anger boiled. He laughed coldly. "Fine, do what you want. It's not like there's a lack of fund managers on Well's Street. I had simply heard good things about him, which was why I thought I should show him some patience and sincerity. "It's one thing for him to not be interested in my proposal, but who are you to be giving me an attitude? Who the hell are you? Your biggest accomplishment is just sleeping with Dean and pleasuring him in exchange for some spare change."Corbyn had never been ridiculed like this before. His face immediately turned red, and he clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to swing his
Liesel had spoken with an amicable smile on her face, as though she was inviting him into the conversation for the sake of including him.However, Corbyn had no clue what they were even talking about, much less be able to weigh in. Liesel had only done that to put him in a difficult position.The few people in the conversation turned to look at Corbyn expectantly, waiting for him to speak. Corbyn sucked in a breath, preparing himself to say, "I think everyone makes a fair point, but I agree with Dean's perspective the most, because his is the most interesting." Although meaningless, that sentence could be used in any context. At least the conversation wouldn't die awkwardly. Unexpectedly, Corbyn's phone began to ring."Great, what a lifesaver," he thought to himself with relief. Nevertheless, he put on a fake apologetic look and said, "Sorry, but this is a work call. I have to take it."The others nodded politely.Corbyn took his phone and walked over to a quiet corner. Vlad w