Cole arrived at the office early in the morning and immediately sensed something was off. As he tidied up his things, he kept an eye on Kieran, who seemed distracted, his gaze fixed on a small ornament on the desk.


    It was a gift from L. Although Kieran''s expression appeared as calm and indifferent as usual, Cole could feel the shift in the atmosphere.


    When the two deputy general managers came in to report, they were quickly dismissed after a few words, confirming his suspicion.


    Kieran was definitely in a bad mood. He looked coldly at the third person who came toy his report the director.


    The director, growing increasingly nervous, said, "This is the n''s current status."


    At those words, Kieran''s gaze turned even colder. "It''s been a month, and this is what you''ve achieved? Have I been too lenient with youtely?"


    The director, who was too afraid to answer, fell silent. Even Cole didn''t dare to


    speak up.


    Kieran had been more tolerant in the past half month, not reprimanding anyone too harshly, even if a n was rejected. If it had been earlier, the entire team would have been dragged in to bear the brunt of his anger.


    "I''ll redo it right away," the director said, quickly thinking of an escape n, desperate to avoid the fallout.


    Kieran gave him a cold smile. "One week."


    That was the longest he was willing to give. The director immediately nodded and fled the room, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere.


    Cole didn''t dare to make a sound.


    For a long time now, Kieran had been leaving the office on time every afternoon. Today, as the time approached, he didn''t seem to move.


    After some thought, Cole spoke up. "Mr. Morgan, are we working overtime today?"


    Kieran nced up, his face cold and indifferent, giving off a somewhat intimidating vibe.


    "Actually, overtime isn''t a problem. If it''s for thepany''s benefit, it''s a good


    thing," Cole said quickly, trying to sound supportive.


    Just as he finished his sentence, Kieran''s phone rang.


    He nced at the screen before answering. A cheerful voice came through the speaker. "Kieran, are you free? Come have a drink."


    Cole immediately recognized the


    of


    was Landon West, t t Group, one of the Morgan


    belongs


    family''s old friends. Conte


    ording to Seniority, Landon should actually call Kieran "Mr. Morgan," but he always felt the title was too distant, so he refused to use it Because of this, Hamza had scolded him many times, buthe still hadn''t called him that.


    "Send me the location," Kieran said coldly.


    Both Landon and Cole were surprised that he agreed. Landon, who was excited, quickly gave the address and room number.


    Upon seeing Kieran get up, Cole also stood. Kieran walked a few steps before turning back to speak.


    "Overtime is good. You stay a little longer."


    Cole was speechless. He watched as Kieran grabbed his coat and left, wishing he could p himself.


    Kieran made his way to Landon''s


    ce, and the atmosphere turned heavy as soon as he entered. The


    group of people who had been ying andughing immediately sensed the change and looked over.


    "Wait. Am I seeing things? Is that really Kieran?"


    "Landon, is that really Mr. Morgan?"


    Hearing thements, someone jumped up and rushed over. "Clear the way, clear the way. Make room for Kieran!"


    "You keep taking advantage of him, and your grandfather is going to break your legs."


    Landon proudly responded, "You guys are the ones who are worrying too much."


    "Kieran, you have no objections, right?"


    With a smile, he made room for Kieran.


    "Kieran, you got something on your mind?" Landon asked, pouring him a drink.


    He had chosen a lighter one on purpose.


    Kieran took a sip. "You guys carry on."


    He just needed a ce to sit and be by himself for a while.