Chapter 21 Emma

With a heavy heart, Emma hailed a cab to Orient Oasis Bay right after work. She had just started to input the door lock's password when she abruptly stopped. A sudden feeling of impropriety washed over her. What if she accidentally stumbled upon an awkward scene? Thus, she quickly rang the doorbell instead. In no time, the door swung open. Michael had already changed out of his daytime suit. His usually impeccably groomed hair was slightly disheveled. Dressed in white loungewear, his tall figure appeared less like a business tycoon and more like a laid-back teenager. He looked as if he had just finished a game of basketball. He was slightly weary, ready to retreat to his room for some rest. Emma, intimidated by his striking presence, chose not to enter. She stood her ground, maintaining a professional demeanor. "Mr. Brown, about the MystiCorp project you mentioned—" "Emma, I'm off work now," he interrupted her, his eyebrows knitted together in a deep frown. Emma was taken abac