Justin Kingston and Mia Lane packed some dishes and brought them over, and these are Anton Miller’s favorites. In the brightly lit dining room, Anton Miller looked at the spread of food on the table, feeling particularly puzzled, and looked at them incredulously. "How do you know that I like eating these?" Mia Lane replied with a smile, "Sit down and eat quickly, don’t be so fussy. We sped over here, and it won’t taste as good if it gets cold!" Anton Miller cast his puzzled gaze towards Justin Kingston, wanting an answer. Justin Kingston’s gaze was gentle, his hands in his pockets, looking at him lovingly like an elder, without giving an answer. These small details inexplicably moved Anton Miller, who had lacked love since childhood. He sat down in the dining chair and picked up the chopsticks. Previously, Justin Kingston had done many things for him, cleaning up his messes and helping him handle school disputes. But he had never been moved by it, and even found Justin Kingston annoying, disliking his superior demeanor, and sometimes intentionally causing trouble for him. Having survived a life-threatening experience this time, Anton Miller seemed to have matured overnight, with a significant change in his thinking. That night, Justin Kingston and Mia Lane still stayed there. Although his wounds no longer hurt, he still needed rest and hadn’t planned to go to the company for the time being. Elias Colton’s matter was thus concluded. The Kingston Group’s skyscrapers gleamed under the sunlight, representing the most iconic buildings in Riventhal, embodying the dreams of countless young people. In the simple and luxurious CEO office, Finn Morgan came out with his laptop and encountered Barbara Sutton, who was delivering documents at the door. "Good morning, Special Assistant Morgan." Barbara Sutton, wearing a small dress, stopped and greeted him respectfully. "Good morning." Finn Morgan glanced at her, his voice gentle, "I’m going to a meeting, just leave the documents on the desk. Are there any urgent ones?" "No urgent documents, you go ahead with your work." Barbara Sutton smiled and quickly stepped aside to make way for him. After Finn Morgan walked away, Barbara Sutton entered the CEO office. Her racing heart finally calmed a little, but inside, she felt as sweet as if it were filled with honey. The CEO office has windows on two sides, a good source of natural light, and everywhere exudes a sense of understated luxury, proving the owner’s excellent taste. She gently placed the documents on Finn Morgan’s desk, and an idea suddenly popped into her mind, preventing her from leaving immediately. He’s gone to a meeting, and won’t be back for a while. She glanced towards the door, daringly sat down at his desk, and lightly opened one of the drawers. Several sketches drawn with a pen appeared before her eyes, uncolored, casually drawn, yet quite natural, just as she’d seen before. She assumed these were Finn Morgan’s works, carefully took out the sketches, and smiled as she admired them. The cartoon figures seemed vivid and lifelike. When she reached the end, the artistic signature made her frown slightly. She turned the pages, looking carefully at the name, "Hailey?" Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire·net It seemed to be these two characters, very artistic, a bit messy, but still recognizable. The three sketches in her hand felt heavy, each signed by Hailey, like a thousand-pound stone pressing on her chest. She took a photo of this artistic signature with her phone, then put them back in their place, closed the drawer gently, and stood up to leave. Is she Special Assistant Morgan’s fiancée? Even keeping her sketches, their relationship must be very good, right? He must love her very much? He misses her?