Declan Darcy asked, "But Aspen, if I were to relay your words to Emma, would she still fall into your trap?"
"CEO Darcy, you wouldn't tell Emma about this matter between us."
Declan Darcy slightly raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"
"You are too proud. This kind of thing, you scorn to speak of in detail."
The car window suddenly started rising slowly again, effectively cutting off Aspen from the inside.
Declan Darcy started the car and drove away.
This Aspen… if he had chosen the right path, he would have been an extraordinary talent.
But instead, he insisted on following the underhanded methods like Silas Tremont.
Yes, Aspen was right. Given Declan's personality, he indeed wouldn't explain everything to Emma.
He disdained to do so.
But if one day, Emma were truly swayed by Aspen and left him, then…
Declan Darcy gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hand slightly protruding.
