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Top Floor, MBS International Building

Third Young Master Ye and Cheng Anya were late for work today, and all the secretaries were already present when they reached. As Third Young Master Ye reached his office door, Liu Xiaotian came out to greet him. "President Ye, the vice-president is waiting for you in the office," she softly reported.

Third Young Master Ye nodded emotionlessly and Cheng Anya felt his murderous intent surge then drop in the blink of an eye. He then walked into the office with a stoic face.

Cheng Anya, apart from worrying for him, could not do anything else.

Louis remained still in the office. He was clearly the melancholic prince whose emerald gaze was deep and gentle, the dream partner of many teenage girls.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Third Young Master Ye coldly asked with his fists clenched as he kept the ten-over years of mental burden and his fear in check. Expressionless, he tried to behave as usual.