Chapter 85 The Blackwell Prince

The VIP elevator hissed open, and Carol stepped into the executive floor of Blackwell Industries. Their new Springfield office was right above Carol's C&A company. However, it was miles ahead in glamor and sophistication. The renovation had splurged millions of dollars for the floor to look like a seven-star hotel. They had installed colorful fountains, aquariums, and expensive paintings in the lobby and the corridors. Damien Blackwell prioritized luxury and vanity above everything else. It reflected his deep-rooted nature of self-absorption and narcissism. Carol was about to enter Damien's room when the door opened from the other side. Two of Damien's pretty secretaries rushed out in a huff, their clothes unbuttoned and disheveled. They looked exhausted, sweaty, and drained as if they had just gone through a harrowing experience. However, the secretaries' cheeks were flushed, and they giggled weakly. Whatever happened to them inside, they enjoyed it to the fullest. The secretaries str