Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 97 Charlotte didn't quite understand what that line meant, but the atmosphere in the elevator turned awkward in an instant. Sydney noticed the flicker of discomfort on Caleb's face and almost laughed. Then she looked up and met Julian's direct, unwavering gaze. "Ms. Wilson, seems like you're not too busy on the project. No need for overtime?" It was a jab without bias. He spared no one. Every word reeked of textbook capitalism, as if he wanted everyone to work themselves into the ground. Sydney's smile faltered.

She replied stiffly, "What's left can be done from home." "Oh?" Julian tilted his head, thoughtful. "Even a hopeless romantic like you still has energy for after-hours work?" Sydney rarely felt embarrassed, but she wanted nothing more than to throw herself down the elevator shaft right now. Everyone probably assumed she had wanted to marry Caleb out of obsessive love. Caleb certainly didn't notice her discomfort. If anything, he looked pleased, chuckling softly. "Don't tease her. She's a shy girl." The elevator arrived smoothly at B1.

Julian. "Mr. Sterling, there's an urgent file that needs your signature." Julian immediately straightened. He took the folder, pulled a fountain pen from his suit pocket, and signed his name in fluid strokes. Sydney

was a irthday gift she had given Bruce. It was a one at a kind, custom-made fountam pen. There shouldn't have been another like it. "He gave it to me," Julian said casually He raised an eyebrow, capped the post,

ago, Julian had suddenly stopped using the pen he'd carried for years. He seemed to treasure this new one, even handling the daily cleaning himself. He didn't let anyone else touch it. For days, Charlotte