Karsyn hurriedly exited Franklin's office.
Britney certainly wasn’t available to meet her now—too busy with work, too busy with romance…
Franklin dialed an internal extension and, as usual, asked Xiao Yu to take the lunchbox Karsyn had delivered.
But as he reviewed documents, he felt strangely disheartened. Franklin stood up irritably and walked toward the window.
In the expansive plaza below, Karsyn’s lonely figure caught his eye.
Her feelings… last night, Alexzander had suddenly called him back to the villa and said something to him…
In that instant, as Franklin turned, his eyes inadvertently fell on a photo on the corner of his desk—
The headline was magnified, drawing his attention.
Karsyn sighed. What could she do now to kill time?
If she had known things would turn ou
