"I understand clearly what you and Liam Fame are trying to do," Walter Smith stated straightforwardly, "dealing with John Fame is your matter. Getting Lissy Lock, that's my purpose. We are cooperating, not exploiting each other."
Nova York was slightly shocked, and then she skillfully covered it up with a smile, "CEO Smith is right, so I won't beat around the bush."
Walter Smith's voice became colder, "You and Liam Fame better not be up to any tricks behind my back. I'm not totally depending on you two, yet you two... I'm afraid you wouldn't find anyone else besides me."
Nova York's self-smartness annoyed Walter Smith.
"CEO Smith, let's talk calmly, don't be angry. We can still cooperate well."
"As long as you understand."
Fright minutes of call time.
As soon as Walter Smith hung up the phone, his mind was filled with Nova York's words and a name that gradually surfaced in his mind.
Skye Turner.
So, there is such a woman?
