The tip of her foot gently touched the ground, the big chair turned towards her, and William Griffith looked at her at the same time. She stood in front of him, neither humble nor arrogant, elegant and composed, like a gentle breeze. He picked up the coffee, took a sip, and the familiar taste made him frown as he asked quietly, "Why did you agree again?"
Cherish Turner gave a faint smile and said softly, "We're still friends even after breaking up."
The only reason she could find was what he had said in the past.
William Griffith's eyes narrowed as he stared at her faintly smiling face.
It wasn't until someone knocked on the office door that he shouted, "Come in!"
A subordinate pushed the door open and respectfully said, "Young Master, the elders have arrived and are in the conference room!"
