Chapter 95: You Don’t Need To Butter Me Up

Forty five minutes later, Shawn's red Lamborghini pulled up at Wyatt Corps.

Stepping out of the car, he stared at the intimidating skyscraper that was not inferior to that of Hudson Corporations and strode into the reception.

He waited for his assistant to confirm his appointment with Director Wyatt while his eyes scanned the place in appreciation like a king surveying his subjects in his kingdom.

He stood tall and statuesque, his posture imposing and captivating like that of a Greek god. None could take their eyes off him as he stood in his glory.

Nuela Gales, popularly known as "Information Box" who happened to be in the hall at that moment, couldn't control her nosebleed as she drooled at the handsome man.

He was refined and elegant in every way, and she wished she could capture his looks forever.

By the time she recovered, he was nowhere to be found.