“Sir, no problems have arisen with the Fuller Group and everything appears to be running smoothly on our side here at NC. The only thing is that the design department has been giving their all for the upcoming project and the majority of those involved have been pulling several all-nighters in a row, especially Ms. Emerson.”
The door to the restaurant swung open and a man stepped in with his pair of long, slender legs. With a bag in one hand, he strode directly toward the center of the restaurant.
Cole followed closely behind, meticulously reporting about work.
In an instant, the majestic air emanating from the 6-foot man announced his presence to all the diners in the restaurant.
Shane’s bitter-cold eyes softened as soon as he spotted little Sheryl, who was nestled comfortably in Charlotte’s arms.
A hint of tenderness crept onto his dispassionate face.
At that exact moment, Sheryl’s eyes also landed on him.
“Mr. Handsome!”