"I and Mrs. Yakov..." Evelyn Sherman's body stiffened, and she looked up in astonishment at Grace Yakov.
A seemingly calm expression was on Grace Yakov's face, but a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes as she looked at Evelyn Sherman.
It quickly vanished.
"Mr. Caesar must be amused, Evelyn is the junior, I hope you can take more care of her if anything comes up in the future," Grace Yakov didn't answer the other's question, but instead humbly shifted the topic.
Upon hearing her polite words, the other party hurriedly responded, "Mrs. Yakov jests, with you around, what trouble could Miss Sherman encounter? If we come across each other in business, I will certainly look after her for you."
"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Caesar," having dismissed the person before her, Grace Yakov led Evelyn Sherman to the side of the Meeting Hall, watching the shareholders arriving one after another, without going forward to exchange pleasantries.
