Seeing the threat in her eyes, old Mr. Edwin hesitated slightly, looking a bit unnatural, as the nostalgia in his eyes flickered and vanished.
"..."
It had been two years since he last saw his granddaughter like this.
He turned his head uncomfortably, feigned a cough, and said, "Ahem, pretend I didn't say that."
With one hand covering his chest and the other leaning on the wall, the old man spoke in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, I'm not feeling well. I'll go back to my sickroom."
After that, he quickly walked back to the room and locked the door, preventing anyone outside from entering.
"..."
The corridor was once again left with just the two of them, the air heavy, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.
Suddenly, Caroline Edwin shook off her casual demeanor, her expression becoming solemn.
She hooked her lips, a cold laugh escaping her throat, then strode towards the elevator and headed for Claud Stuart's office.
Well, not bad, daring to show up in broad daylight, quite brazen.
