Breenda cast a glance at his computer. "You haven't finished your work, right?"
"Can you wait for me for half an hour?" Bentley asked with a serious expression.
As their eyes met, Breenda's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help being attracted to him.
She looked away and compromised, saying, "Don't time out. Otherwise, I'll leave immediately."
"Sure!" Bentley returned to his seat and focused on the work at hand.
...
Soon, it was evening. The place of the gathering was a bar.
It was brightly lit and noisy in the bar.
When Breenda and Bentley entered the private room, they saw more than a dozen men and women having fun inside. It seemed that no one was absent.
Bentley had been obsessed with medical research for many years, and he had never meddled in the affairs of the McGraw Group. Naturally, he had never been involved in any social events.