"Miss Carlisle."
Yigol Foster suddenly spoke. Alicia Carlisle was startled and turned around, "Mr. Pay."
"How is your health?"
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Pay. I am recovering. I can be discharged from the hospital today."
"In that case, you will return to the Pay Group to work starting from tomorrow. You don't need to stay with Mrs. Brown."
"Huh?"
Yigol Foster smiled with a faintly stern smile. "You're in your internship period, and the final appraisal will depend on me. If you work by my side for a while, I can provide a fair assessment of your internship."
Is that so?
Although reluctant to leave the Atkinson Group Empire, Yigol Foster's words were very reasonable. So, Alicia Carlisle agreed, "Alright, Mr. Pay."
Not until he watched Alicia Carlisle enter the elevator did Yigol Foster's smiling eyes suddenly turn sharp. He tossed the pistol in his hand, his voice cold.
Return the gun?
Why didn't he choose a better time?
