Chapter 458


    Arabe pushed open the door of the office and looked inside. Several foreign medical professors were


    in the office, all top experts in neurology. They were intensely arguing about something while holding


    Keh''s medical records. Their faces were red, and they shook their heads in the end.


    Arabe''s gaze fell on the window. It was open, and a tall and steady figure stood smoking.


    The argument didn''t affect him. With a cigarette between his fingertips, he turned when he heard the


    door open. His deep, ink-like eyes locked onto Arabe.


    Two secondster, he walked over to the desk, bent slightly at the waist while slipping his hand into his


    trousers pocket to extinguish the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray. As he turned down, the tassel on


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    his business vest swayed through the air, creating a magnificent arc.


    Arabe had seen Morgan in a financial magazine before, but seeing him in person still made her heart


    skip a beat. This legendary man who had astonished the business world was even more elegant and


    noble than she had imagined. She had also met several prominent figures in Faykarta, such as


    Keh, Tyrone, and Maddox... All are influential individuals. Butpared to Morgan, they stillcked


    something.


    Arabe understood what set them apart was the pure aristocratic aura emanating from Morgan and


    themanding presence of a man who had fought in the business world for decades and held a high


    position like an emperor.


    Though the nce he gave her just now was nd, devoid of emotion, Arabe felt as if he had peered


    into the depths of her soul, seeing through her altogether.


    At that moment, a knocking sound came from the door. Emrick stood by the door, observing the foreign


    professors. He exchanged a few words with them in a fluent foreignnguage, and then the professors


    left.


    Emrick nced at Morgan inside with utmost respect, then closed the door.


    Arabe had only interacted with Emrick briefly, but her first impression of him was that he was astute,


    arrogant, andpetent. However, Emrick looked at Morgan with utmost respect, apanied by


    unwavering loyalty and admiration towards his employer. To inspire such unwavering dedication in a


    subordinate, Morgan must possess extraordinary personal charm.


    Only two people remained in the office. Morgan sat on the office chair and gestured towards the chair


    opposite him.


    "Ms. Snyder, have your seat." He spoke, his deep voice reminiscent of a rare vintage Miy wine,


    exuding a maic charm.


    Although his tone seemed ordinary, it inexplicably carried a profound sense of authority, making people


    submit.


    Arabe walked over and sat down opposite him.


    Morgan looked up; his expression remained calm, revealing no joy or anger. "Ms. Snyder, forgive me


    for asking you toe here, but we need to talk about Ken."


    With her bright and piercing eyes, Arabe stared at him, showing no sign of fear. "What does Mr.


    Morgan want to discuss?"


    Morgan took an envelope and pushed it toward her.


    Arabe opened the envelope, revealing several photos inside.


    She picked up one-a photo taken after she became blind, standing on the street, calling Ken, hoping he


    woulde to pick her up. He had been cold and indifferent on the phone back then, saying he


    couldn''te. But as she crossed the road, she felt his presence and reached out to him, asking, "Mr.


    Lucero, is it you?"


    Looking at this photo, the entire city was illuminated by neon lights. She and he stood in the middle of


    the road, she reaching out her hand to him, and he looked at her with pain and tenderness. This


    moment was frozen in the photo, and the city quieted down because of them.


    Tears welled up in Arabe''s eyes again. She gently brushed her fair fingertips across Ken''s handsome


    face, realizing it wasn''t her imagination-he had always been there.