Chapter 313 The Workaholic Skips Work

As Horatio sat behind his wide desk, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, but even after a long time, he couldn't type a single word. On the desk lay several files, all containing the latest progress reports on Hurrell Group's Yeronan projects. Normally, he only needed a glance to grasp the key points, but at the moment, nothing would register in his mind. He rubbed his brow, trying to concentrate on work. But his eyes barely stayed on the documents for two seconds before drifting, almost involuntarily, to the neatly stacked dating guides at the corner of the desk. The flashy cover of "The Art of Confessing" left Horatio, who had always been decisive in the business world and never stumped by challenges, feeling helpless for the first time. With a snap, he closed his laptop. He walked over to his coat rack, grabbed his black suit jacket, and slipped it on, his cold, commanding air unchanged the whole time. Nonetheless, the restlessness in his eyes betrayed his true state of mind