Enjoying One's Own Cake

Jerome, laden with guilt, entered the meeting room with two small cakes in hand, his head drooping as he wondered what everyone had been discussing all evening.

With his newfound girlfriend, he worried about the repercussions of this misunderstanding.

Glancing at the small cakes under the table, Jerome fretted inwardly.

In reality, Vivian had overheard the discussions in the lounge earlier.

However, being an intellectually sharp and emotionally stable woman, she didn't dwell on those conversations.

She understood that if MFC Company wanted to leverage her for publicity, it wouldn't require so much effort.

Moreover, she had confidence in Jerome's character.

"Vivian, do you have a moment?"

Carl, with a timid demeanor, peeked into her office.

"Carl?"

Vivian acknowledged him.

"Still here at this hour?"

Since Carl and Jerome had disclosed their identities and been assigned to the City Brain Command Center, Carl's demeanor had noticeably changed.