Chapter 270

The icy aura that used to radiate off Conrad vanished like snow melting in the sun. He even had a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth-barely noticeable, but it was there. Everyone in the room was stunned speechless. The entire conference room fell into an even heavier silence than when he'd lost his temper earlier. A moment ago, he was like a volcano trapped under glacial ice, ready to blow. Now? It was like a flower blooming at the very top of that frostbitten mountain. Honestly? It felt unreal. He took his seat, tapped his long fingers on the table twice. Even that sound felt way softer than before, like he'd switched voices or something. "Carry on." That snapped everyone out of their daze. They exchanged looks full of relief, mixed with the thrill of office gossip ready to burst into flames. The power of love? Terrifying. Mrs. Hilliard, what a saint. She just saved them all. Meanwhile. Over thirty minutes later- Knock knock knock- Someone knocked on the break room door.