Chapter 11

The mid-day sun shone through the glass door, basking the tall and upright figure of a man in aureate light, as he resolutely and calmly strode in.

He possessed a remarkable bearing, noble yet arrogant, which made one unable to look him directly in the eye.

Several pairs of eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Heavens! Were they hallucinating?!

Gabriel York…

The man who had just walked in was really him. The world’s most outstanding man was inconceivably standing in front of them.

“I’m looking for a woman working here who has a child.” A deep, alluring voice inquired.

Several of the front desk employees were feeling light-headed. Starry-eyed with infatuation, they failed to reply him.

Narrowing his eyes, Gabriel rapped his knuckles on the counter somewhat displeased.

One of them immediately answered, “Mr. Gabriel, the person you may be looking for is our chief designer, Ms. Cynthia. She’s the only one here who brings her child to work.”