Steve Price couldn't understand, "For a man as ruthless and cold-blooded as the CEO, if he were to keep a pet, it should be a lion or a tiger, some fierce creature. Why did he adopt a little puppy?"
Caleb Mamet was the sky over Libanan, known to all for his bloodthirsty coldness, merciless cruelty, and formidable power. He wasn't quick to anger, but was definitely the plague no one dared to provoke.
It was indeed unlike him, a man of such stature, to adopt a small abandoned dog.
Sean Price looked serious, "Steve, the CEO isn't as indifferent as the rumors suggest."
"He is actually good at heart. It's just that the painful memories of his early years forced him to become indifferent. He wears an icy, deceptive mask, hiding the softness inside, for fear of being seen through."
"It was the emergence of his lady, little by little warming the CEO's heart, that led him to gradually shed his mask, and become a person of flesh and blood."
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