In the NASA, a group of aerospace managers sat in a conference room for a meeting. The leading man, wearing a well-tailored expensive suit with legs, was leaning against the leather chair. He had a G od-chiseled face and with well-defined features and S** y lips. There was nothing one could complain about his handsome face. His long and narrow eyebrows were neatly trimmed with his long eyelashes slightly covering his pair of cold, frosty eyes. What emanated from all over the body was not only the icy aura, but, too, the dignified pressure of a powerful individual serving in a high position for a long time that terrified others not to be able to look into his eyes.
The handsome man was stroking the scar on the palm of his right hand with his left fingers. The meeting room was a mess, to which fell on his deaf ears. He remained to lower his eyes and stare at the scars in a daze. “Griffon, this is a product of our joint development. We can’t allow you to take full patent…” Only when Griffon heard the mention of his name did he slowly raise his head to see that Pete had his face flushed with fury. Seeing Pete disturbing their president, members of the Knight pack slapped the table and went straight to chiding, “You have the nerve to say that it’s a joint development. For the past three months, we were the one doing the research. What have you done? You aren’t even capable of calculating a set of data, yet you still want a patent!” the Knight pack intended to continue lashing out at Pete, but Griffon asked with a raised chin, “How much do you want? Just give me a figure.” Pete knew that the Knight pack was affluent, and it was for that moment that he did everything he could to join the project. Sensing how Griffon had seen through his thoughts, Pete no longer held back from shouting. “Ten billion!” With that, he added, “U. S. dollars!” Members of the Knight pack rolled their sleeves in rage, intending to start fighting Pete right away. Griffon no longer stopped them. Members of both parties soon slammed against the table and burst out with a wild fight. He turned his head to the floor-to-ceiling windows, beyond which extended to the blue sky and white clouds, the sun blaring bright…
He had locked himself in the National Space Administration for a full three months. Never had he taken a single step out of the place, nor had he ever contacted the outside world. He had thought that the foolish idea of his would relieve even the slightest pain, but little had he expected the yearning penetrating into his bones to intensify day by day. Taya, Taya, Taya… The name would send him jolting up in pain every time it entered his dreams in the middle of the night. His gaze fell on the outside of the window. Just as his eyes gradually welled with tears, a familiar figure abruptly appeared at the National Space Administration. She was wearing a red dress with a belt of the same color around her waist, outlining her slim and graceful figure. She was breathtakingly elegant. Thick short hair over her shoulders swayed with the breeze, revealing a tiny, fair, and beautiful face… When he saw that face that haunted his dreams, a hint of disbelief revealed itself in Griffon’ indifferent eyes. He shot to his feet and strode up to the windows with his penetrating stare locked on the delicate figure… She was holding a stack of blueprints in her hand, stepping around in high heels, chatting and laughing with the man next to her.
Her every step exuded intellectual elegance, seemingly a little more confident than the figure in his memory. From a distance, she was no different from the elites at the top of the social ladder, even better… Griffon wondered if he was hallucinating again, but he hadn’t taken sleeping pills for the past few months. Seeing that figure hastily enter the space station, Griffon turned to shoot Pete a cold glare. “My bottom line, one billion!” After dropping the words behind him, Griffon rushed out of the conference room, heading straight for the elevator. The personnel in charge of the National Space Administration welcomed Neil and Taya’s arrival by walking them through the hall to another building. As Taya strolled, she scanned the environment of the National Space Administration. Models of rockets, spacesuits, and space gave her a deeper understanding of spaceflight. She had no concept of science in the past. After witnessing it with her own eyes, in addition to shock, she, too, found some inspiration for designing the building. She followed Neil with the drawings in her arms and heard the receptionist introduce as they walked, “This is the aerospace headquarters. Our administrative office is in another building. Let’s meet the project leader.” Raising a stiff smile, Neil nodded towards the receptionist, who then led them into the next building. Griffon stood in the elevator. His beautiful and flawless face seemed to be devoid of emotions, but his thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed with a faint look of anxiety, even so in his cold eyes. Unblinkingly, he remained to stare at the numbers on the elevator screen. The floor was too high. With a large crowd bobbing in and out from time to time, a lot of time was delayed. Quite some time had pa*sed when the elevator came to a stop on the ground floor. With his thick eyebrows twisted, his long legs brought him out of the elevator in big strides. His eyes full of hope, he looked around but failed to see the familiar figure. His face sank as he sped up in walking towards the exit. He inquired with the security guard, but the security guard told him that everyone entered and exited with their staff card, so he didn’t know which department the group who had just entered was from. There were, too, too many people around, so he had no idea who Griffon was referring to. Subconsciously, Griffon wanted to reach for his mobile phone to instruct the man to send him the surveillance footage, but it was only then he remembered that he had left his mobile phone in Washington’s villa before joining the NASA. He could only turn around and rush to the monitoring room in person.
In the administrative center, Ryder, the project leader responsible for the expansion, was amazed at the sight of the talented designer who had never shown her face. He got up and gave Taya a warm hug. “Ms. Carmine, welcome…” Ryder is a Frenchman in his forties, with cold fair skin, green eyes, and sharp features. He had a tall build, was cleanly dressed, and gentlemanly handsome. When he hugged Taya, however, his hand snaked around her waist. Facing Ryder’s ungentlemanly hug, Taya’s expression was a bit ugly, but she forced herself to maintain a polite smile on her face. “Hello, Ryder.” Ryder then let go of Taya, his green eyes sizing up and down her exquisite figure. “It turns out that the most famous architect in the world is gorgeous.” With that, Ryder leaned forward for a welcoming kiss. Taya’s heart sank. She subconsciously tried to dodge, but Ryder grabbed her hand, trying to force her to comply. Neil, who stood aside and couldn’t choose to ignore, rolled his eyes and endured his nausea to move his face closer. After Ryder left a kiss on the cheek to see that it was a man’s face, he disgustedly wiped the corner of his mouth. “You are?” Neil raised a symmetrical curve and flashed an awkward smile at Ryder. “Mr. Ryder, I’m the chief designer of Ms. Carmine’s company, a part-time bodyguard. I don’t have any talent, but I happen to be a black-belt Taekwondo athlete.
If you’re interested, Mr. Ryder, we can have a duel someday.” With that, Neil clenched his fist and showed off his biceps. Ryder dared not come up with more sly ideas, but his attitude was colder than before. “The building that will be undergoing expansion isn’t here. This is just an office. If you want to go for an on-site inspection, I’ll send someone to take you there…”