"Yes, ma'am."
"What about him?"
"Er..." Zack Shaw coughed, "It's the end of the year, the company is very busy, Mr. Fame..."
"Too busy to leave, is it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Lissy Lock gave a faint smile, "I understand. If he doesn't have time, you should. Assistant Shaw, stay here with me and chat."
Zack Shaw was startled and subconsciously glanced at Oliver Winslow.
Upon hearing her say that, Oliver also didn't quite understand, "Lissy..."
"Oliver Winslow, I beg you, can you leave? You are not mine, and I am not yours, I cannot offer you anything. I cannot cope with your kindness."
Zack Shaw was silent on the side, feeling awkward.
Oliver Winslow didn't say anything, he just looked at her, seemingly trying to see through Lissy Lock.
Lissy Lock turned her head away, aggravating her shoulder injury, causing her to grimace in pain.
"Alright, I can leave," said Oliver Winslow, "I don't know what you're thinking. Perhaps, you fear that I might have a conflict with John Fame."
