When Alvin Morgan arrived, the administrative department, where Aurora Sinclair worked, was just taking the stage.

Everyone from the tech department dragged their luggage over, planning to watch the performance by the beauties of their company’s administrative department.

Onstage, Aurora Sinclair wasn’t doing much. Her movements were mostly limited to her hands as she stood in a corner like a prop, silently waving a ribbon.

Alvin Morgan smiled silently, took out his phone, and recorded a few short videos of Aurora.

"Mark Warren, I never would’ve guessed you’re into girls with glasses. She’s a good match for you..."

Alvin Morgan smiled. "She’s my junior from school. She has a great personality."

"Yeah, she seems pretty sweet. The type you’d want to marry." The colleague was deliberately teasing him, but was met with a look of regal contempt. "She’s out of your league."

"Hahaha... You’re such a smartass, Howie!"

"Holy crap, is that Mr. Trent up front?" someone suddenly asked.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the area directly below the stage, where a young man in a sharp suit was indeed seated, capturing the admiration of countless young women.

"It’s over. None of the girls in the admin department stand a chance now. No wonder they’ve all been sneaking glances at him."

"But Mark Warren’s junior has some serious self-control. It looks like she hasn’t glanced down at the audience once."

Jason Archer had been about to compliment the man next to him on his good taste, but then he noticed the man’s brow was furrowed.

"Mark Warren, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Alvin Morgan replied, though his expression remained grim.

Sure enough, after the performance ended, Drake Trent suddenly called out to the women from the administrative department.

"Wait a moment. Your performance was creative, but the girl in the back waving the ribbon was too stiff. You, come forward. I’ll teach you."

Everyone followed Drake Trent’s gaze to Aurora Sinclair, their expressions a mix of envy and jealousy.

Shauna, in particular, looked like her eyes were about to shoot fire.

’That little vixen is usually so quiet. To think she was just waiting for today!’

Aurora’s heart tightened. Putting on a hesitant and uneasy act, she slowly stepped forward and timidly called out, "Hello, Mr. Trent."

"Don’t be nervous. Lift your head."

Aurora slowly raised her head to look at him, her eyes flickering as if she were very shy.

Drake Trent’s "Power" was already pressing down on her. Aurora pretended to tremble all over, and her legs gave way, causing her to collapse to the floor. Laughter erupted from the side.

"Cecelia, Mr. Trent isn’t a tiger. Why are you so scared?"

"Your name is Cecelia, too?" Drake Trent said with a smile. He stood, took two steps forward, and jumped directly onto the stage, bending over to help her up.

Aurora kept her head slightly bowed, her voice trembling as she said, "My name is Ce... Cecelia Alden..."

"You’re very cute." As he spoke, Drake Trent raised his hand to pat her head.

In the audience, Alvin Morgan’s face darkened instantly. A loud THUD was heard as his suitcase hit the floor.

His colleague beside him quickly grabbed his arm and whispered a reminder, "Mark Warren, that’s the chairman’s eldest son, the president of the entire group."

Suddenly, Aurora spun around and grabbed Drake Trent’s clothes. Then, as if hugging her idol, she jumped up and down, shouting triumphantly, "I’m hugging the group president!"

She then pulled out her phone and yelled excitedly, "Mr. Trent, can you take a group photo with the women from our department? We all admire you so much!"

Drake Trent froze...

He instinctively took a few steps back.

The gazes of the administrative department girls who were just called out instantly shifted from jealousy to approval.

One by one, they all crowded around.

"Mr. Trent, please take a picture with us! We’re big fans. There’ll be a huge line of people wanting a photo with you the day after tomorrow, so we’ll probably never get a turn..."

"Exactly, Mr. Trent! You’re always at headquarters, while we’re at the branch office. We only get to see you in person once or twice a year. Today is a rare opportunity."

Drake Trent glanced at Aurora. Seeing her wide-eyed, adoring gaze fixed on him, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Drake Trent was then swarmed by the beauties of the branch’s administrative department, taking one group photo after another.

Aurora, in particular, even took a photo hugging his arm, striking a delicate, clingy pose.

In the audience, Alvin Morgan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to pick up his suitcase, someone with quicker hands had already lifted it for him.

The person clapped him on the shoulder with a sympathetic look. "Bro, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why insist on one so close to home?"

"Exactly. You know what they say, a happy life means never seeing green."

"Listen, bro, I’m speaking from experience. My ex-wife ran off with her boss just like that... WAHH..."

Alvin Morgan: ...

***

Drake Trent smiled as he saw the women from the administrative department off the stage, his gaze fixed on Aurora Sinclair’s retreating back. She seemed to notice, even turning back to make a finger heart at him.

Drake Trent paused for a second, then nodded.

Only after the women from the admin department were a good distance away did the smile on Drake Trent’s face slowly fade. He said to his secretary beside him, "Keep a close eye on that girl."

The secretary’s brow furrowed slightly. ’The young master has his eye on a new girl again,’ he thought, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgement.

That evening, the branch office had a group dinner.

The women from the admin department gathered around a circular table, looking at the photos from earlier. Shauna said teasingly, "Cecelia, I never knew you were so secretly wild! You usually seem so dazed, but you’ve got a little sun burning inside you!"

Aurora pushed up her glasses, her expression returning to its usual dazed look. She said seriously, "Aren’t you all the ones who like him?"

"You mean you don’t?"

Aurora took out her phone and pointed to the profile of Alvin Morgan on her lock screen. "He’s not as handsome as my idol."

"Who’s that?" someone asked, leaning over curiously.

Shauna smiled and replied, "Darius Lynch. She’s a die-hard Darius Lynch fan."

"Really?! I like Darius Lynch too! Let me see your picture!"

Aurora immediately flipped her phone face down and hid it stingily behind her back. "This is a candid shot I took. You can’t find it anywhere else."

"Aww... so stingy..."

"What are you all talking about, ladies?" Suddenly, the director of the tech department walked over, glass in hand, with four or five of his tech guys in tow, Alvin Morgan among them.

Each of them held a glass of alcohol; they had come to offer a toast.

"Miss Sterling, don’t just let your girls stare at the big boss from headquarters. We have plenty of good young men here at the branch office. If you see one you like, feel free to take him away. But let me warn you, our department has a strict no-return policy..."

Everyone roared with laughter, raised their glasses, and drank them down.

The tech director made a point of clinking glasses with Aurora, saying pointedly, "You’re a very lively young lady, aren’t you? But when it comes to building a life, you need to find a hardworking, decent man. A pretty face can’t put food on the table."

But Aurora replied directly, "But it can make money..."

The tech director was taken aback for a moment. He chuckled, then walked over to have another drink with Miss Sterling.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. The men from the tech department frowned slightly.

Just then, Alvin Morgan walked up to Aurora, tapping his glass against hers. "Junior, you like handsome guys?"

"Mhm..."

"Do you think I’m handsome?"

Aurora nodded. "You are. The most handsome..."

The corners of Alvin Morgan’s mouth lifted into a smile. He reached out and stroked her hair. "Remember what you just said."

Hearing this, the tech director nearby gave Aurora a surprised look and asked with a laugh, "Who’s more handsome, him or Mr. Trent?"

"He is..."

"Then who’s more handsome, him or your idol?" the colleague who also liked Darius Lynch chimed in, deliberately teasing Aurora.

This time, Aurora didn’t answer right away. She thought for a moment. "My idol is more handsome..."

This time, everyone at the table laughed, and the atmosphere warmed up again.

「Elsewhere.」

A man walked briskly into a luxurious suite and bowed respectfully to Drake Trent, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Young Master, everything is ready."

Drake Trent was looking at the television on the wall, which was displaying an image.

The image was a resume. In the top-left corner was an ID photo, with her information listed beside it.

Name: Cecelia Alden

Gender: Female

Place of Origin: Cylos

...