Daniel Cooper's dark eyes quietly stared at the woman's angry face, his voice low, gentle, and slightly coaxing, "It's just a minor injury, no need for a fuss, I'll have Mason send an expert from my department to take care of it."
Her gaze indifferently shifted away with a smirk, "Your house is on the mountain, and you just casually call a professor over, is he on your payroll?"
Daniel remained unperturbed, "I can pay him an extra consulting fee."
She scoffed, "Just because you're rich, you think you can show off?"
Daniel, "..."
He sighed softly in his heart, feeling that he might be beyond saving.
Because at this moment, he actually found her slightly angry and mocking demeanor irresistibly charming.
Watching her annoyed and impatient face, listening to her sharp provocation, he found it more enjoyable than closing a hundred-billion-dollar deal.
She often called him a pervert, and at this moment, he even started to think that maybe he was a bit twisted.
