Third Person's POV
"Heh." Mortimer let out a low, self-deprecating laugh.
He was so stupid.
Vivian's methods had been so full of glaring holes, but just because he looked at her through the thick filter of a "lifesaver," that halo had completely blinded him to all her vicious, underhanded tricks.
"Alpha, you should rest first. I'll have Yolanda notify everyone that the morning meeting is canceled," Tade urged, seeing that Mortimer's condition was incredibly unstable.
Fine beads of cold sweat were continuously seeping from Mortimer's forehead, and even the Alpha pheromones radiating from his body had grown terrifyingly weak and chaotic.
Tade was genuinely afraid that his boss was going to collapse completely this time.
Suddenly, Mortimer grabbed his phone. With trembling, frantic fin
