<b>Chapter </b><b>171 </b>
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Taking a deep breath, I asked directly, “Mr. Skinner, when will the big boss visit thepany?”
“Well… that is hard to say. Maybe by the end of the year. He doesn’t care much aboutpany affairs,” Bryson replied, and his answer made me roll my eyes internally.
‘If he doesn’t care, why would he personally intervene in my case?‘ I wondered.
I let out a mocking chuckle. “So, ording to you, Mr. Skinner, the big boss is just a figurehead?”
“More or less,” Bryson agreed with a nod. Then he added, “But sometimes he does exercise his authority–as he did today.”
“Mr. Skinner, do you have any information about him?” I asked. Even if I could not meet him, knowing his name
would be a start.
Bryson looked up at me and asked, “Are you interested in the big boss now?”
“Yes, he is too mysterious. It makes me curious,” I admitted.
Just then, Bryson finished grinding the coffee beans. He lifted them to his nose and took a deep whiff before
Then he turned to me and said, “Let me make you a cup.”
“No need,” I declined. I had no interest in coffee at the moment–I was too fixated on unraveling the mystery of this
boss.
Bryson held up the coffee grounds and stated, “The big boss gifted these beans. Are you sure you do not want to
try them?”
“Rather than drinking the coffee he sent, I would rather meet him in person,” I said honestly.
Bryson merely smiled without saying a word.
His cryptic smile confused me, so I asked, “Mr. Skinner, what are youughing at? Is my request unreasonable, or do you find it amusing?”
Bryson shook his head and replied, “No, it is not unreasonable. I just think the big boss is too tempting. He has not even met you, yet you are already so eager to see him. What a dangerous man.”
I was at a loss for words.
But I understood that Bryson was only teasing. As he ced the coffee cup in front of me, I said directly, “If you are worried about my intentions, just show me his resume. Let me at least get an idea of who he is.”
“Hmm… I am afraid that is not possible,” Bryson declined without hesitation, just as I expected.
I scoffed. “And why not?”
Bryson sighed dramatically. “Because the big boss does not agree.”
“Why not?” I pressed, sensing that he was deliberately evading my questions.
“Because he is afraid people might develop a crush on him,” Bryson replied, as the rich aroma of coffee filled the air.
From my years in the Dolton family, I developed a keen nose for high–quality coffee, which was undoubtedly top- tier.
Clearly, this boss was no ordinary man.
“Zoe, you do not know this, but our big boss is an absolute heartthrob. It is not just women–even I struggle to keep myself together when I see him,” Bryson said shamelessly.
At this point, I understood–Bryson was purposely dodging my inquiries. There was no way he was going to let me meet the big boss.
I was still curious, but pressing further would be pointless.
Besides, I did not want Bryson to think I had ulterior motives.
“Zoe, try this coffee. One sip and you will never want anything else again,” Bryson rmended.
I smiled faintly. “If that is the case, I better not drink it. I might not be able to afford it in the future.”
Saying that, I stood up and headed for the door.
“Zoe, are you sure? This is not a coffee just anyone gets to taste. Do not regret itter,” Bryson called after me.
Leaving his office, I exhaled deeply–partly from frustration with Alvin, but also because of Bryson.
This man looked harmless with his ever–present smile, but he was infuriating.
Back at my office, I asked around about the big boss. However, everyone said they had only seen Bryson and never met the owner.
This made me wonder, ‘Could the big boss be a fabricated figure? Is Bryson just ying games with me?‘
Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang. Myra’s panicked voice came through, nearly in tears. She cried, “Zoe, something terrible has happened!”