After the meeting was adjourned and the room had mostly cleared, Brian stepped up, his face etched with concern, "Miss, our company's cash flow is looking pretty grim. If we can't secure this new round of financing, we might be in deep trouble..."

Vivienne's hand, clutching her pen, came to an abrupt halt, mirroring the sinking feeling in her chest.

The Meyer family business was her grandmother's pride and joy; there was no way she was going to let it collapse on her watch!

"Do we have a lead for the new financing? I'll take care of the negotiations," she said determinedly.

"Yes," Brian replied promptly, producing a dossier he had ready. "T.Z Holdings is on the hunt for partners. They're incredibly well-capitalized, and their boss is a real enigma—nobody's ever seen him. We only know him as Mr. K. But..."

"But what?" Vivienne asked, her brow furrowing in confusion at Brian.

Cyrus, listening in, raised an eyebrow, intrigued to hear how his clandestine identity was being perceived in the business world.

"But I've heard that this Mr. K is said to be mercurial and very tough to work with..."

At this, Cyrus gave a wry smile, his lips curling knowingly.

"No problem! There's no challenge I can't handle!" Vivienne was brimming with confidence.

Cyrus watched his wife with an amused twinkle in his eye, secretly sending instructions to his subordinates.

"Need any help?" he asked Vivienne, closing the gap between them to just a fist's width.

So close that she could catch the fresh scent of mint on him, which inexplicably made her blush, recalling their near-intimate encounter on their wedding night. She had almost devoured him whole.

Although she had promised her grandmother to have a child...

Now wasn't the time, and...

She glanced sideways at the man next to her, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

Clearing her throat, she chided herself for being so flustered.

"Do you know this Mr. K?" she asked.

Cyrus played with a ring on his finger, contemplating whether to reveal that he knew Mr. K and gauge her reaction.

But at that moment, Vivienne spoke again.

She waved her hand, chuckling lightly. "Look at me, rambling on about nothing. You suffered that injury years ago and left the company. Mr. K has only emerged in recent years."

"This is something I can handle on my own. If I need help, I'll let you know," she added.

Watching him seated in his wheelchair, still exuding an indomitable spirit, she recalled the scene in the break room when he was bullied, yet he never bowed down.

What a pity, if not for the disability, there might not be a Mr. K in the picture now.

Cyrus had seen many looks directed at him, but only Vivienne's gaze was the purest.

His heart fluttered for a moment, an indescribable feeling welling up.

He wondered what her reaction would be when she found out his disability was all an act.

By the time he gathered his thoughts, Vivienne was already getting up to head to T.Z Holdings.

Cyrus quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

The tug was a bit too forceful, and Vivienne tumbled right into his arms, the firmness of his lower body leaving her startled.

Their eyes met, and the air was charged with a pheromonal tension.

Brian paused, then tactfully exited the office.

"You..." Vivienne was taken aback.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to pull so hard," Cyrus's throat bobbed, his eyes flickering with a hint of desire, but it was quickly under control.

As Vivienne rose from his embrace, she felt a bit peculiar.

Narrowing her eyes, she looked at his legs, her gaze lingering a bit lower.

Wasn't Cyrus supposed to be impotent due to his disability?

Then what was that...? She couldn't help but wonder.