Zenos’s eyes were as cold as ice, and a cold, freezing aura unconsciously exuded from him, his brows furrowing frigidly while skimming through the documents placed on the expensive antique table.
Anyone who came across Zenos would only have one thought in mind: angry, dangerous, and scary.
That person didn't handle the company properly. Such a disgrace. It's no wonder such a big company folded up after a few years of acquisition—spoiling all the previous generation's efforts!
A scowl immediately dominated Zenos’s face, and he closed the document to scroll through the account book.
Zenos should have cleaned up his newly acquired company before leaving. Seeing such performance could really infuriate one to death.
Suddenly, Hayden pushed the door to Zenos’s study open. Upon seeing Zenos's lowered head, Hayden took a step forward and quietly called, "Zen."
"Babe," Zenos replied without looking up from his work, his fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard at a flying speed.
