In a tall building on Wall Street.

The moment Belland walked into the building, all the employees he passed greeted him respectfully.

The first secretary, Marcia Maudlin, quickly walked to Belland's side. They entered the elevator together.

"Chairman, your aunt has been waiting for you for two hours. She seems to be a little angry," Marcia said, expressionless as she stood half a body behind him, a folder of documents in her hands.

"I understand," Belland said faintly. His voice was very pleasant to hear. It was pleasant, with a deep charm, which made people feel very comfortable.

The elevator door opened, and Belland stepped out and walked to the office. His tall and slender back gradually disappeared from view.

Marcia then put away her serious expression and looked at Belland's back with a somewhat sorrowful expression.

She was a beautiful woman, smart and capable. She had helped Belland deal with a lot of work, slowly gaining the recognition of the family step by step until the handover ceremony two days ago.

At least, Marcia thought that she must have contributed to Belland's great achievement of getting the richest man of the year.

Initially, Marcia always assumed that he was eager to get the recognition of the family, as he seemed to be entirely engrossed with his work. Because of this, she believed that once he got the achievement he deserved, Belland would finally start to notice and appreciate her efforts.

But until now, he still didn't look at her with the gentleness she desired.

Did he have a girlfriend?

Impossible. Except for his nominal fiancée, Miss Lipton, he had never brought any women to public places, and no woman had ever come to the company to look for him.

Putting away her wild thoughts, Marcia's lonely figure quickly caught up to Belland.

Belland came to the lounge area outside the office and found a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a well-ironed professional suit with an exquisite designer bag hanging on her forearm. Her short hair was neatly ironed.

She was holding a newspaper in her hand and holding the handle of a coffee cup with one hand. She was sipping her coffee.

"Aunt Charlotte," Belland greeted. The smile on his face did not reach his eyes.

The woman raised her head and revealed a perfect smile on her face. She stood up and hugged Belland gently, "The Lipton family can't wait any longer. Shouldn't you put the wedding on the agenda as soon as possible?"

Belland's expression seemed vacant for a moment before he remembered, "Are you talking about Miss Eunice from the Lipton Family? Don't joke around, Aunt Charlotte. I remember that I told you more than once that I'm already married."

Marcia stood behind Belland, not even raising her eyelids.

Belland had never been stingy in revealing that he was already married in front of everyone. However, Marcia thought that he was definitely using this as an excuse to avoid those women who were trying to marry into the Glatton family.

However, the purpose of Madam Glatton's visit today still caused Marcia's heart to sink. After all, Charlotte held an important position in the Glatton family.

It was said that since Belland was young, she had been in charge of his affairs, and she was also a member of the board of directors of the Glatton family.

It must be known that the super company that Belland was in charge of, which had just become the richest company of the year, was only a small part of the huge industrial chain of the Glatton family.

As for Miss Eunice Lipton, she was the fiancée chosen by the Glatton family for Belland. According to what Marcia knew, Belland was not willing to comply with this marriage, and had even disappeared for nearly a year.

Of course, Marcia, a secretary, was not privy to the details.

She was just a little worried that Belland would really consent to marrying the Lipton family's miss under pressure from Miss Glatton.

"Come on, Belland, you must be joking with me. I can pretend that I don't understand your clumsy joke as usual, but the Lipton family's miss, you must find time to meet her. This is also what your father wants," Charlotte said blandly.

While she said this, her expression did not change, and her voice remained exactly the same. Still, she gave people the feeling that they should obey her unquestioningly and not risk provoking her.

At least, that was what Marcia thought.

Belland helplessly put his arm around Charlotte's shoulder. "Aunt, I've never joked. I'm really married. My wife loves me very much, and I love her very much."

Charlotte could not help but laugh at him. "Then why don't you bring her to meet your family?"

Belland said seriously, "That day will come soon, but now is not the time."

Charlotte looked at Belland's serious expression and suddenly felt that he might not be joking with her.

Her face froze. "Belland, you should know what your marriage represents! How could your father let you make your own decision on this?"