Steven opened the car door and stepped out of the passenger seat.


    Asher had summoned Steven to once again assume the role of KS Group CEO’s secretary. Steven


    made his appearance in a sleek, tailored gray suit. His sharp gaze exuded an air of seriousness,


    making him look undeniably handsome.


    Despite the admiring nces from female colleagues around him, Steven remained oblivious, opening


    the rear car door and bowing respectfully.


    “Mr. Thompson, please.”


    Asher’sposed and handsome face showed no trace of emotion, resembling a wless and


    timeless sculpture.


    As he stepped out of the car, the women around him could not help but gasp in awe.


    “OMG! He’s so handsome! We’ve got a new subject for tonight’s dream!”


    “You’re so greedy. Aren’t you already dreaming about Mr. Salvador? And now you want another one?”


    “Is he really that handsome? I think he’s not as good-looking as Mr. Salvador…”


    “You don’t understand. This one ispletely different from Mr. Salvador. Mr. Salvador has a strong


    and impactful handsomeness, while this one exudes a restrained and mysterious charm, silently


    capturing your heart. Isn’t it more enticing this way?”


    “But who is this young man? Why is he at the Salvador Corporation’s door? Is he here to see


    someone?”


    Asher entered the Salvador Corporation building’s lobby with aposed demeanor.


    Following closely behind him was Steven, and though there were only two of them, their presence


    seemed to impose an invisible pressure,manding attention wherever they went.


    Approaching the reception desk, the receptionist hastily stood up.


    “We’re here to see Mr. Justin Salvador.” Steven spoke first, his tone icy.


    “M-Mr. Salvador?”


    The receptionist was startled.


    The receptionist, who hardly ever encountered Mr. Salvador in person as appointments were usually


    directly handled by his secretary, Harris, was surprised by the sudden request to see Mr. Salvador.


    “M-May I ask if you have an appointment?” The receptionist had choice but to ask, as per protocol.


    “No, we don’t,” Steven replied.


    “I’m sorry, but without an appointment, you can’t see Mr. Salvador. Please contact Secretary Harris for


    that…”


    “Could you please inform Mr. Justin Salvador or his secretary?”


    Asher, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke in a cold tone. “The person who wishes to


    see him is Asher Thompson, CEO of KS Group.”


    Asher Thompson.


    Asher Thompson?!


    The receptionist stood there dumbfounded for a moment before finallying back to her senses and


    hurriedly picking up the phone to calln.


    Asher did not wait forn toe downstairs to meet them. Instead, he and Steven took the elevator to


    the floor where the meeting rooms were.


    As soon as they entered the corridor, the bodyguards stopped them.


    “I’m here to see Mr. Salvador,” Asher said expressionlessly.


    The bodyguard said firmly, “Mr. Salvador is currently attending an important meeting and cannot see


    anyone. Please leave.”


    The bodyguard thought, ‘Who the hell justes charging up he demanding to see Mr. Salvador?


    What kind of ce does he think th is? I would be fired if I let them in.’


    Asher narrowed his dark and deep eyes and walked straight ahead.


    The two bodyguards reached out to stop them, but Steven stood in front of Asher.


    With a stern expression, Steven swiftly struck each guard with a punch, bringing them down with ease.


    It was not that the bodyguards were weak. They simply had not expected anyone to attack them on


    their territory.


    They quickly scrambled back up, calling for reinforcements andunching a counterattack.


    However, they had underestimated Steven’sbat skills. With his Taekwondo ck belt and training


    under Asher during his youth, two mere bodyguards stood no chance against Steven.Owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    With a fierce re, Steven did not use his hands this time. Instead, he delivered a series of swift kicks


    that left the two bodyguards incapacitated.


    “The Salvador bodyguards are too weak. If Justin Salvador relies on people like you for protection, he’s


    probably on the brink of death,” Steven remarked coldly, brushing off the dust from his suit. He then


    stretched his neck as if loosening his muscles.


    “Let’s go, Steve.”


    Asher strode forward with unstoppable momentum, his eyes fix ahead.