"President Whitmore?" Genny asked, "The President Whitmore you’re talking about, you wouldn’t happen to be Hayes, would you?"Jamie nodded. "That's right, Miss Genny, you are indeed President Hayes of Prime Group."At this moment, Jamie had already walked to the front of the car. The car door was automatic, as if a curtain were slowly being drawn back, and Hayes’s face gradually appeared before her eyes.He turned his face, and our eyes met. In that instant, I was captivated by the cold, indifferent arrogance in his eyes.Hayes seemed a bit aloof today, probably because he was in a bad mood.Today, he was dressed in a black suit, his hair neatly combed, clean and sharp, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, giving him a somewhat ascetic, refined, and slightly rebellious air. Actually, black, a color representing mystery and aloofness, is rarely worn with a noble yet clean look, but Hayes managed it. His pale skin, accentuated by the black suit, further enhanced his a
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