Spoiled by Mr. Russell

Chapter 463

Alexander was not making excuses, as he was genuinely busy. After all, it was the end of the year. There were the year–end financial statements, reports, and summaries from various branches, the human resources management, and others. Alexander had too many things to handle.

Of course, this was not the only reason he was so busy. He could do these things slowly, but he wanted to finish as soon as possible so he could spend time with his wife. He always did work step–by–step in the past, and it did not matter, even if he needed to work until New Year‘s Eve.

However, things were different now. Now, Alexander had someone which he wanted to accompany. He wanted to give more of his time to her.

Alexander was busy the whole afternoon. When he checked the time after the last meeting, he realized that he had worked overtime. Alexander yearned to go home. He walked to his office and even signed the various documents handed over by his assistant along the way.

When he pushed the office door open, someone who rushed over blocked him. “Mr. Russell, you should have some time now, right?”

Alexander frowned as he looked at Brandon, who appeared before him. The look on his face clearly showed, ‘No strangers are allowed to come close.‘

an appointment with you, Mr. Russell. He has

minutes, and twenty–eight seconds to be exact!” He also blew a

Alexander frowned deeper.

the office. Brandon followed behind him and said, “How can you say it‘s harassment? I‘m helping you water the flower. Women are like flowers; we need to water them occasionally to keep them nourished. Look at yourself. You always put on

while he said this. Occasionally, he would send them

but made others feel comfortable

a pair of almond–shaped eyes that seemed to discharge electricity wherever he went. Moreover, he was the president of the Oakley Group. So, he

employee. He signed the last document, handed

he was

him closely. He would follow Alexander wherever he went. He believed that he would

don‘t have time. I told you before; I‘m going home!” Alexander walked into his exclusive elevator in the office.

managed to slip into the elevator. “Why are you in a rush to go home? It‘s so boring to go home! You‘re not a seven-year–old child who needs to listen to his mother and obediently go home after school. You haven‘t eaten, am I right? I haven‘t, either. Let‘s have a meal together. I‘ll treat you. What do you say?” He pointed a thumb at himself. “No need. I‘ll go home and eat.” Alexander