Trenton Smith gently stroked Norris Moore's back, comforting her overly excited emotions at the moment. His gaze fell on Eric Candi, the young man with an indifferent and arrogant face. under Norris's accusation, his expression didn't change much, just the pupils slightly sinking.
It seemed that he was not completely indifferent.
Ellen still looked like a frightened bird, clutching Eric's clothes and refusing to let go. When the servant poured water for her, it scared her and made her tremble.
This fragile porcelain doll-like appearance made it no wonder that Philip Shaw couldn't let go.
He spoke slowly, "I will call Philip Shaw, but then you can't go back on your word. Have you thought it through?"
Eric's expressionless face: "Do you plan to give me a chance to go back on my word?"
Trenton Smith laughed, "That's true."
