Big Boss was in a bad mood, and the vice presidents below him were cautious.
Employees didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"Lydia Shire does have some ability."
"Anyone who can toy with Nathan Benjamin can't be too bad."
Sylvia Johnson still felt puzzled: "So how can President Robinson manage to defuse a bomb from the very beginning?"
Juliet Walker: ... Although I know, I dare not say.
Juliet opened the car window and threw out the cigarette butt in her hand: "You have to ask President Robinson. How can I guess the boss's thoughts?"
The car started, leaving only the exhaust fumes in the winter street to disappear.
In the villa at night, Amelia Cobb lay on a floral quilt, holding a cat's tail in her hand.
The sound of running water in the bathroom behind her gradually stopped.
Christopher Robinson came out in his pajamas, wiping his wet hair, and standing by the bed, driving the cat away with a towel.
His big palm landed on Amelia's waist: "Still sore?"
