James’ eyes settled on Jim’s hand, lightly rested on Bertha’s back as he led her over.

“Mr. Grey, This is Bertha Hart, also known as Bertha G,” Jim introduced. The moment he introduced, some of the tech specialists who were her fans gasped.

“Mr. Wright, Mr. Grey,” Bertha greeted with a polite smile. Her greeting was a dagger to James’s heart. She had always called him James in a voice so soft and melodious. But now she did not bother to call him by name. Her address was so distant, a sense of depression descended on him.

“Bertha,” he answered. Bertha fought the urge to raise her brow. Why was...