Chapitre 110: Do you want to settle down with me in the Capital City?

William Hale wore formal attire, his suit jacket draped over his arm, his white shirt tucked into his lean waist, features cold and sharp, emanating aggression.

Director Hall hurriedly put down her cup and stood up, "Mr. Hale."

"This is the director of the orphanage," Zoe Bell introduced, "She's here to see me."

"I appreciate the thought, please sit, don't be formal," he said, his tone neither slow nor hurried.

His gaze swept over her, a top-down scrutiny that made one's scalp tighten, but when he turned to look at Zoe Bell, it was all gentle warmth.

With William Hale present, the conversation was always constrained. Director Hall smiled amicably, "I'm very grateful for Mr. Hale's generous donation this year."

What she referred to was, of course, a donation.

"That was all Zoe's doing, it had nothing to do with me."

When Zac Cruz made the donation, it was made in the name of Zoe Bell, but everyone knew that the money came from William Hale.