To the Love of My Life

Howard Coleman angrily turned around and left the ward.

Ms. Taylor quickly delivered the clothes, and Steve Burton went straight to the bathroom in the ward to take a bath and change. When he came out, he was once again clean and elegant, as if the disheveled scene that had just happened was an illusion.

Steve stood in front of the cheval mirror in the ward, pulled over the tie held up by Ms. Taylor, looked in the mirror, and skillfully tied a beautiful knot. Then he took a diamond-studded platinum tie clip to secure the tie before taking the suit jacket from Ms. Taylor’s hand.

It wasn’t until then that Rusell Henris, who had been in the ward without leaving, waved at Ms. Taylor. Ms. Taylor tactfully left the ward, closed the door thoughtfully, and Rusell slowly stepped forward, walking to Steve’s side. With his hands in his pockets, he looked at Steve’s handsome and ethereal face in the mirror and said, “Steve, you know some things more clearly than any of us do.”

Steve’s hand, which was buttoning up, paused. He naturally knew what Rusell was hinting at in those words, but his expression didn’t change at all, and he continued to button up gracefully and unhurriedly.

“Steve, if you have a falling-out with the Fosters, you’ll be falling out with the rest of your family too. And you know that now is not the right time to have a falling-out with the Fosters.”

Steve still didn’t say anything. After buttoning up the last button, he glanced at himself in the mirror before looking at Rusell. He still didn’t say a word and simply stepped past Rusell and walked out of the ward.

Ms. Taylor, as the Secretary-General of Steve Burton’s secretarial office, had brought the partnership case with Foster’s Enterprises when she came. Seeing Steve come out now, she immediately tactfully followed him.

Steve walked a few steps, stopped as if he had suddenly remembered something, and slightly tilted his head. He addressed Ms. Taylor, who was half a meter behind him, saying, “Give me the partnership case directly.”

Ms. Taylor handed it over with both hands.

Steve took it with one hand and looked up at Ms. Taylor, saying, “You go back to the company first. I’ll go on my own.”

There was a pause, and then Steve added, “Give Mr. Foster a call and change the address to the tea restaurant downstairs at Pristine’s Enterprises Inc. He can bring Olivia Foster along. It’s been a long time since we’ve met to just catch up.”

“Yes, Mr. Burton.” Ms. Taylor nodded respectfully and immediately took out her phone to carry out Steve’s orders.

Steve turned around, stepped into the elevator, and left with a flourish.

When Steve arrived at the tea restaurant downstairs at Pristine’s Enterprises Inc., neither Mr. Foster nor Olivia Foster had arrived yet.

The tea restaurant’s waitstaff knew Steve all too well, and without much questioning, they led him directly to his usual private dining room.

Steve hadn’t been sitting for long when the waiter led Mr. Foster and Olivia in.

By now, it was already late autumn, but Olivia was wearing a thin coat with the latest autumn Chanel dress, paired with a pair of high boots, looking fashionable and beautiful.

As soon as Mr. Foster entered the private dining room and saw Steve, he broke into a broad smile and greeted him enthusiastically, “Steve, you’re already here?”

Faced with Mr. Foster’s enthusiasm, Steve seemed somewhat cold. He sat indifferently in his seat, staring at Mr. Foster’s smile without any expression on his face.