Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 438

Emyr didn't know what to say. But since his boss has already said that he would be attending it personally, he wouldn't dare to make any suggestion otherwise.

Nodding, he said, "Okay, Sir. I will go and make the arrangements."

Aiden didn't say anything in response. Taking his silence as his approval, Emyr turned and walked out of his office.

After some time, when he returned, he had already arranged everything. "Sir, I informed them of your appearance later. They said they would keep a VIP box arranged for you," he informed while his gaze darted to look down at the magazine his boss was checking.

This … wasn't this the auction catalogue?

It definitely was.

Suddenly realization dawned upon Emyr when he saw what item Aiden was actually checking out.

The Victorian Blue Diamond Necklace —the highlight piece of the auction.

No wonder he wanted to visit personally.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard his phone ringing. Excusing himself softly, he picked to answer it. But as soon as he did, his brows furrowed.

"Okay, ask him to wait. I will get back to you," he said curtly before ending the call and turning back to Aiden, his expression serious.

"Sir, Dafydd Winslow is here. He wants to see you,"

Although Aiden's demeanor didn't outwardly change, Emyr, who stood close, could sense the subtle yet unmistakable shift in his boss's bearing.

"Let him in."

Emyr gave a brief nod before dialling back the number.

"Escort him to the President's office," he instructed, and not long after, the sound of steady footsteps echoed outside, approaching steadily.

A knock came at the door before it was pushed open.

Dafydd entered the room., his gaze immediately locking with Aiden's —hostility flashing in his eyes within seconds.

He stood at the doorway, standing tall, but Aiden didn't move an inch.

He didn't even make the smallest effort to stand.

Sitting calmly behind his desk. Aiden looked up at him with an expression as cold and indifferent as ever.

"Mr. Winslow," the employee who had escorted him announced before gesturing politely. "You may enter."

Dafydd fingers clenched at his sides, but he held it in.

Even though the blatant disrespect stung, there was nothing he could do about it.

Stepping forward, he spoke coldly, "I came all the way here —wouldn't a little respect have been appropriate? Especially in front of others?"

Aiden didn't bother softening his tone.

"Since when did we start playing appropriate, Mr. Winslow?" he asked flatly. "I let you enter this office. That alone is enough respect … for a small shareholder requesting a meeting with the CEO."

"You —" Daydd's eyes flicked to Emyr, who was still standing nearby, making no move to leave. "I have something to discuss with him. You can leave first."

But, Emyr simply looked at him, unbothered, as if he hadn't heard a word.

Emyr might appear mild on the surface, but when it came to authority, he only took orders from Aiden.