A few days later, Gerald walked out of the elevator with his lawyer, his expression grim. His steps were stiff, and he exuded a gloomy aura that made everyone he passed not dare to say a word to him.Reaching the door leading to the boardroom of the Hamilton Towers, his lawyer opened it for him to s

When Gerald stepped out of the elevator and got to Bertha’s desk, his secretary had a very bemused look on her face. “Bertha, is something the matter?” “You have a visitor, sir,” Bertha answered. Gerald didn’t have to ask who the visitor was. The exasperated look on Bertha’s face told it all. Gri

“Of course, Gerald Butler is the reason, and it’s all thanks to Miss Hamilton, who assumes she knows more about business than us,” Stephen answered. Desiree had enough of his taunts and carefully worded insults. She shot to her feet, glaring down at him as she hissed, “Gerald couldn’t have been the

“Do you need anything else, sir?” Bertha asked as she set a cup of coffee on a saucer in front of Gerald. “No, Bertha. Thank you,” Gerald said as he picked up the coffee and took a sip, smiling gratefully. “Excuse me, then.” Bertha turned to leave, but Gerald remembered something and called out.

"You have no right to be touching my girlfriend like that," Liam gritted out, still glaring at Gerald. Gerald dragged in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. "If you were observant or cared enough, you would realize that I was only comforting her." Liam sneered, "She doesn't need you to comfort he