Lyra couldn't help but admire Morris Jackson's style once again - ruthless in every sense, no wonder he had no rivals in the business world. Anyone who dared to oppose him would indeed die a miserable death!
She swallowed hard, even hearing from Ivan that it was Morris who orchestrated Sunlight Corporation's affairs still seemed somewhat unreal.
"Lyra."
Walking in front of her, Morris suddenly called her.
Lyra snapped back to her senses and saw him turning to look at her.
His expression gentle, his eyes always carried some indescribable emotion when he looked at her, "Isn't it easier to get the answer you want by asking me directly?"
Lyra clenched her hands behind her back, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, "I'm just being curious, asking casually."
"What else do you want to know? You can ask me." His tone was somewhat domineering.
Lyra nodded obediently, "Not for now."
