At Dylan PLC—a Dylan-owned company that had nothing to do with York Corporation, not even any business dealings. This was mainly because his company was not involved in any of the industries York Corporation was in.

Dylan had just returned from a meeting and was at the door to his office when he heard a familiar but furious voice.

“Dylan York!” It was Chameleon Fox.

Dylan looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fox was wearing red. She was wearing something different, but it was still red as usual. He found her incredibly beautiful and moving when he saw her in her red attire at night but in the daytime, she was even more astonishing.

It was a shame she did not have a fine temper, though that was precisely how he liked her.

“Mr. York, this lady insisted on seeing you. We tried but couldn’t stop her.” Following her was his head of security, a few security guards, the receptionist, and his secretary.

The security guards were limping and appeared to have been taught a lesson b