Four years later, in the Harris Corporation building.
The secretary placed a folder on the desk, stealing a glance at the man whose complexion looked like he hadn't slept properly in days.
Alexander had burned the candle at both ends for a week straight. Over the past four years, he'd not only cleared his family's name, but also built up his own business empire from scratch.
But honestly, if he kept going like this, his body would give out sooner or later.
"Sir, Timelight Studios has a shoot today. Would you like to drop by?"
"No."
Alexander didn't even lift his head, eyes locked on the paperwork with a grim expression.
The secretary didn't give up. "It's their first event since the company opened. Everyone's hoping you'll show up. Even just being there for a minute
