In his heart, he harbored a deep fear that someday, someone might steal the affections of Mrs. Anderson away from his boss, leaving him alone and desperate.

Horace didn't believe that Tyler was just a kid who was completely clueless. At least, the younger man had a certain way with women that Theodore himself lacked.

As they walked through the doors of the Anderson Group's headquarters, Horace could feel the heavy weight of Theodore's power pressing down upon him, suffocating him with its overwhelming presence. The man's previous pleasant countenance had vanished, replaced by a cold, merciless mask that sent shivers down Horace's spine.

Horace wisely chose to hold his tongue, his normally jovial demeanor vanishing in an instant as he adopted a grave and serious expression.

The elevator doors slid open and revealed the grandiose meeting room on the top floor, crowded with thirty shareholders occupying each seat. And there, sitting on the main seat was none other than Darian himself, with Jasper seated at his left.