Nathan’s footsteps echoed firmly as he entered the company lobby that morning. His black suit was neat, and his tie perfectly knotted. Beside him, Samon followed closely, carrying several important files. The office atmosphere was still fresh as employees had just started their activities, but a few pairs of eyes immediately turned toward their CEO.

Whispers quickly spread.

“Look, there’s a red mark near Mr. Nathan’s chin,” one female employee whispered, holding back a small laugh.

“Oh my, that must be from Mrs. Elena,” another chimed in, covering her mouth.

“So romantic. Even at middle age, they’re still so affectionate.”

Nathan didn’t notice the conversation at all. He walked calmly,...