“Yeah, she is. Where are you? I'll come over and we can hang out."

“I'm outside. What do you want to see me for?"

Sheffield was annoyed to hear that. It sounded as if Joshua didn't want to see him.

"Because somebody texted me that he missed me so much that he wanted to cry. Remember? It's been awhile.”

"I was kidding. Don't take it seriously! Besides, I've seen you several times since you came back here. I don't miss you anymore." Joshua hadn't really seen Sheffield in the past two years. That was why he said he missed him.

But now he didn't.

Sheffield surmised, “You with Terilynn now?"

“How do you know?"

“Humph! I just know. Some friend!" Then Sheffield turned and drove towards his company.

"Go away. Don't crash my date, dude!" Joshua snapped in a voice Low enough to be out of Terilynn's earshot, hoping Sheffield would get the hint.

Sheffield recalled something Joshua used to say about him. He retorted,

"I know this guy. He always cracks dirty jokes and dates different girls, but is still a poor little virgin. He's texted the woman he likes for more than two years. But all he's done is touch her hand.

They've never even kissed. Poor guy..." Sheffield's tone was filled with sarcasm.

“Get Lost!" Joshua didn't want to waste more time on him.

With a big smile on his face, Sheffield hung up, leaving them alone.

At ten o'clock in the evening, a silver gray minivan stopped in front of Theo Group's office building. Felix reminded the woman sitting in the back seat, "Miss Evelyn, we have arrived."

"Okay." Evelyn put away the file.

Felix unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and opened the door for her. Then, he helped the woman in high heels out of the car.

With a box in her hand, Evelyn walked towards the entrance, bodyguard in tow.

"Go talk to the guard. I'll wait here," she told Felix. The only thing she wanted to do was see Sheffield without alarming anyone.

Felix nodded and walked up to a security guard.

"Hello, Miss Evelyn of

Hilton Group is here to see Mr. Sheffield."

“Which Mr. Sheffield?" the security guard asked.

"The younger Mr. Sheffield. Mr. Thomspon." After Sheffield assumed his position as CEO, many people called him the younger Mr. Sheffield to distinguish him from his father, Peterson.