Right Person, Wrong Time

"Beryl came over, and we discussed the basics," Colton said, lying on his side with exhaustion evident in his voice. He didn't bother to face the camera, speaking in a low tone.

These past few days had been taxing, and Isaac's call, with all his unnecessary details, was unexpected.

"Beryl's there? I'll go over once I've sorted things out on this end," Isaac replied urgently, unable to sit still upon hearing about Beryl's presence.

He couldn't let Beryl get ahead of him. With a newfound determination, Isaac quickly reviewed his work progress. He intended to pick a day to head over to Florend and catch up with his good buddies.

"Stay put back home. The Gardner Family and Ryan still need you." Colton refused Isaac without hesitation, giving him a reason that was hard to argue with.

Isaac was about to enthusiastically inform Colton of his potential visit, but Colton's words made him swallow his words.

"Fine, I get it. Don't worry," Isaac reluctantly agreed, but he soon realized that being in the country held its own value. It was a kind of value that Colton couldn't overshadow, and it could even surpass Beryl's. This was actually a great opportunity.

"Alright then, that settles it. I've got things to do, so I'll hang up now." Isaac decided after some contemplation and ended the call abruptly, not giving Colton a chance to continue talking.

"Mr. Quill, here are some documents that require your signature." A secretary knocked and entered the room at that moment. Observing Isaac's determined expression, she quietly speculated about the reasons behind it.

Isaac glanced at the secretary, hearing about the documents, and promptly demanded, "Bring them here and place them on the desk."

The secretary nodded and put the documents on the desk. As she did so, she hesitated, considering whether she should bring up something she had heard recently. After all, she hadn't investigated to verify if it was true or not.

Isaac picked up the documents but noticed that the secretary hadn't left yet. He looked up and saw her seemingly hesitant expression.

"What's on your mind? I rarely see you like this," Isaac said, lowering his head to look at the documents while asking aloud.

The secretary snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him, hesitating for a moment before she finally spoke. "I heard something interesting today. It's something about you, Mr. Quill."

Isaac didn't react or say anything, continuing to read the documents in his hands. He had grown accustomed to rumors.

The secretary seemed familiar with Isaac's demeanor and continued speaking, unfazed. "Miss Miller from the research center seems to be inquiring about your preferences. But it's just a rumor, and I haven't investigated yet."

Isaac's hand holding the documents paused for a moment. He lifted his gaze, his eyes intense, and fixed them on the secretary. Facing Isaac's intense gaze, the secretary felt slightly uncomfortable, but she held her ground and met his eyes.

She remembered that Isaac was previously uninterested in such matters. Yet, he was looking up and looked like he wanted to know more. Could it be because it's Miss Miller? That was the only logical explanation she could come up with.