“Mr. Salvador… I can’t do it anymore!” Ian panted as they climbed the stairs.


    The hotel had high ceilings, so each floor had more steps than usual. By the time they climbed to the


    8th floor, Ian was already out of breath. His legs were trembling, and he was about to give up.


    “A man shouldn’t give up so easily. There are only two floors left. Hurry up.” Justin urged Ian as he


    climbed the stairs without changing his expression.


    Justin was 30 years old. He was two years older than Ian, but he served as a soldier in the


    peacekeeping force when he was younger. After he retired from the army, he regrly exercised and


    did martial arts, so his level of physical fitness was much higher than that of ordinary people.


    He could still climb another 20 floors if needed, because back when he was in the army, he would have


    to run at least 30ps during their night run.


    Finally, they arrived at the 40th floor. Ian sat on the steps and panted heavily, while Justin stared at him


    coldly and shook his head.


    “Mr. Salvador, nice to meet you.”


    Justin turned around when he heard the voice. He saw a man walking over with a polite smile on his


    face. He was handsome and clean-cut. He had what many women would describe as a puppy-dog


    face, and it was hard to tell his real age.


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    “I am Ms. Thompson’s secretary, Steven Lovett. Ms. Thompson has been waiting for you for a long


    time. Pleasee with me.”


    ‘Was sheining that we were slow?!’ Justin was annoyed, but he had nowhere to vent his anger.


    His face darkened a bit. “Well, my feet certainly aren’t as fast as an elevator. I hope Ms. Thompson


    doesn’t mind.”


    Steven did not say a word. He just turned around and walked forward, ignoring them.


    “What’s with that attitude?!” Ian recovered his breath and could not stand being treated like that. He


    wanted to find fault with Steven, but Justin stopped him.


    “Wait for me here.”


    Justin followed Steven to the door of the general manager’s office.


    He took a deep breath.


    For some reason, Justin was nervous when he finally got to meet the elusive Be Thompson, even


    though he was usually unfazed by most situations.


    After Steven knocked on the door, Justin heard a female voice saying, “Come in!”


    Steven opened the door and gestured for Justin to go inside.


    Justin felt his throat move slightly. He straightened his back and walked into the office.


    At this moment, Be was eating chocte in front of theputer screen in the next room, watching


    with interest as everything yed out.


    A young woman with a clean and wless face sat behind the desk. She was exquisitely dressed, and


    her long hair was let loose. She looked like a decent woman.


    Was she the Be Thompson who made things difficult for him in every possible way? Justin could


    not help but feel a little disappointed. 1


    Somehow, the Be Thompson he had imagined was not like that. The woman in front of himcked


    the arrogance, authority, and poise of a pampered heiress.


    “Mr. Salvador, you must be exhausted. Please, have a seat.”


    Be used a Bluetooth headset to give instructions to her “puppet”, who conveyed the message, albeit


    not as naturally or calmly as she would have done.


    Justin sat on the sofa and looked around casually.


    This office was elegantly decorated, with a ck piano ced in the corner. A natural marble coffee


    table with a stylish design and a luxurious vintage leather sofa were the unique pieces of furniture in


    the room.


    But what attracted Justin’s attention the most was the framed quote hanging behind Be.


    “Hide your strength and bide your time.”


    “Nice calligraphy.” Justin sighed.


    Be stopped chewing on her chocte when she heard this, and her heart trembled.


    In her memory, this was the first time Justin praised her.


    During the three years she was married to him, she took care of all aspects of his daily life. But no


    matter how hard she tried, she did not gain any appreciation from this man.


    Unexpectedly, heplimented her this time.


    It was a pity that she did not care for it anymore.


    “Mr. Salvador, do you like it?” Be asked with a fake smile.


    “Yeah.” Justin was a man of few words, even when praising someone.


    “If you like it, you can take it with you when you leave. Just think of it as a gift for our first meeting.”


    “No need. I just think that calligraphy is very elegant and artistic. It’s not polite for me to take such an


    art piece from you.” Justin refused indifferently.