Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!

Chapter 1092: The Legendary Big Boss

Summer Sutton didn’t pay it any mind and kept walking straight ahead, eyes fixed forward.

She had barely taken a few steps when a sudden commotion rose ahead, as if someone important was approaching.

Whoever was coming seemed to be of some significance. Before Summer could even see a shadow in the distance, everyone else in the office had already stood up.

They hastily straightened their clothes and hair, scrambling out from their workstations to line up in two rows along the corridor, every head bowing down in unison.

Summer had only seen this kind of deference once before.

Back when the legendary President had come to the company.

Guessing this might be the same situation, Summer didn’t ask anyone anything. She quietly followed the group out of the office and took her place on one side of the corridor.

She lowered her head very far, not daring to look around.

The company building was eerily quiet; at this moment, it was almost completely silent.

Everyone held the same posture as they stood there. The wait actually stretched on for quite a while, but no one showed the slightest impatience.

Holding the same posture all this time, Summer’s neck was starting to ache a little.

But seeing that no one else dared move, Summer didn’t dare either.

Just like that, she didn’t know how much time had passed, when on the office floor so quiet you could hear a pin drop, a few footsteps suddenly sounded.

The first footsteps were steady and powerful; those behind, perhaps out of respect, barely let their soles make any sound against the floor.

The few sets of footsteps seemed to be coming in Summer’s direction.

Summer’s eyes flicked from side to side, itching to sneak a look around. A female colleague standing next to her seemed to find her behavior far too improper and gave her a tug.

Warned by her, Summer immediately lowered her head again.

Her upper body bent in a ninety-degree bow, head hanging low, she didn’t dare look around anymore.

At her ears, everyone’s respectful greeting suddenly rang out, "Good day, Mr. Ink!"

Ink was not a common surname to begin with.

And the only Ink Summer knew was Manuel Ink.

But Manuel Ink lived in M Country.

Summer found it a bit unbelievable. Her face lifted slightly as she secretly peered at the man walking in her direction.

Just as she raised her head, he happened to walk right past her.

Summer’s gaze froze on the side of the man’s face turned toward her, that face covered by a mask, and she was stunned on the spot.

The sun...

Unable to believe it, Summer’s head snapped up.

The man passing by her was speaking to an assistant at his side and seemed not to have noticed her over here at all.

Summer stared at him in shock. The moment she saw the mask on his face, she forgot to react.

While everyone else’s heads were all bowed, she alone stood straight, openly staring at him.

Her department supervisor was still nearby and seemed to think her behavior was far too presumptuous. The supervisor shot her a glare, grinding her teeth at her.

If their immediate superior weren’t present right now, Summer felt the supervisor would probably have smacked her on the head in a fit of rage.

Snapped back to herself under his glare, and reminded of the situation, Summer felt a bit embarrassed.

She lowered her head again, keeping it down, not daring to look at Manuel Ink anymore.

Manuel Ink’s long legs carried him forward as he continued walking.

He had already brushed past Summer and gone some distance when he suddenly turned his head to glance in her direction...