Molly Wellington finally calmed down to look around; this was indeed the guest room she was staying in, and the overcoat she wore yesterday was lying at the foot of the bed.

She was wearing a blouse and a fitted skirt, her shoes left at the bedside.

Her notebook was on the bedside table, with a stack of printed documents underneath it.

Documents? When did she print those?

Molly Wellington felt like her memory had a lapse; she pulled out the documents from beneath the notebook and quickly went through them.

The more she looked, the more astonishment shone in her bright almond-shaped eyes.

This was indeed the negotiation materials she rushed out last night.

Yet, it wasn’t completely the same.

Much more detailed than her draft, it supplemented areas she hadn’t had time to ponder over, while cutting out parts that could be easily exploited by the opposing side.

Overall, if her hurriedly prepared materials from last night could be scored at 85 points, then these were undoubtedly at the standard of 100 points.

This, who did this?

Could it be...

"Knock knock—" Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Molly Wellington instinctively asked.

"It’s me, Johnson Williams. Secretary Wellington, are you up? The merger meeting in the afternoon is about to begin."

Molly Wellington grabbed the cell phone on the bedside table, only then realizing it was already past one in the afternoon.

She had actually slept for so long.

"I’ll get up right now..." As if something came to her mind, Molly Wellington hurriedly called out to the person outside, "Johnson, wait a minute, come in for a bit."

After getting dressed, Molly Wellington opened the door for Johnson Williams.

Soon, the rather silent young man who liked to work with his head down and wasn’t much of a talker appeared in her room.

Molly Wellington spoke bluntly, "Thank you for bringing me back last night."

Last night, the only ones working late were her and Johnson Williams.

Johnson must have seen how exhausted she was and brought her back.

This young man was quite good, principled in crucial moments, not one to follow the crowd.

Plus, when bringing her back, he hadn’t taken advantage, and had even completed her unfinished work.

Honestly, at that moment, Molly Wellington deeply appreciated this young man named Johnson Williams.

"I..." Johnson Williams hesitated momentarily, seeming to want to say something but stopped.

Yet he recalled that man who suddenly appeared before him last night and carried Molly Wellington, causing an unstoppable fear deep down that he dared not defy.

That man with the deep, cold blue eyes; his characteristic mesmerizing eyes and cool, striking features were recognizable by even ordinary employees like Johnson Williams.

Such noble status, along with that chilling intimidating aura, was not something a newly joined newcomer like Johnson could dare defy.

He recalled the instruction left by that esteemed man before leaving last night.

No, not an instruction, it was a command.

Johnson Williams corrected himself, "It was just a minor effort, Secretary Wellington, no need to worry about it."

Molly Wellington smiled, her impression of Johnson Williams improved.

Indeed, working with these people and having discussions with the Loyalty Group seemed worthwhile.

At least she’d found a promising talent, someone who could eventually be promoted to stay close to Charles Taylor.

Molly Wellington said, "You’re too modest. Johnson, you’re excellent; you work diligently and responsibly. You modified these documents last night, didn’t you? I’ve gone through them all, and your revisions were really good... You managed to fix many places that I didn’t have the time to.

Honestly, your thinking is broader than mine; sometimes I’m too limited, with my perspective being too narrow. Once this affair is settled, maybe I should also rotate through other departments for some experience... You’re in the public relations department, interacting with more clients and seeing further than I do."