Sebastian Armand

Elian Moreau’s expression was unreadable as he arrived at the towering building of Armand’s company. His father had instructed him to personally deliver the documents for investment and future plans. He didn’t understand why it had to be him when his father’s secretary could have easily handled it. As Elian stepped inside the building, the employees glanced at him and began whispering among themselves. He ignored them and headed straight for the elevator. When the elevator doors opened on the fifteenth floor, he immediately walked toward the CEO’s office without knocking. The man seated on the swivel chair had his back turned, gazing out at the massive glass wall that displayed the entire city skyline and the surrounding high-rise buildings. Elian merely shrugged and approached the desk, placing the documents down on its polished surface. The man finally turned to face him. His expression was blank as his cold eyes studied Elian carefully. “I didn’t know that Mr. Moreau’s son had no manners,” he said in a deep, icy voice. Elian simply crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.