"Chester Yale, she is Grace Yakov, are you dumb?" Evelyn Sherman was pressed down in the quilt and could not move, so she couldn't help but warn him in a whisper.
They still hoped that Grace Yakov would help them at the shareholders' meeting, so giving her a cold face now wasn't very wise, right?
"It's fine. I just came to see you in private, it's unrelated to our agreement, you don't have to entertain me." Grace Yakov, although she couldn't hear their conversation, seemed to understand Evelyn's concern and laughed as she said this.
"Are you over your cold? You had a really bad fever." Evelyn obediently lay down on the bed, her big round eyes gazing at Grace Yakov as she walked over to her.
She was close to Grace Yakov not only because of the 10% shares but also because she felt a sense of sadness from her.
She was a lonely person, and even her heart was lonely.
