Before Steve Burton could say anything, Maya Mitchell's soft and warm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Burton?"
Regardless of how nauseous Steve felt in his heart each time he heard Maya's incongruous tone, the words that came out of his mouth sounded unruffled: "Edward just informed me, you've secured the Golas Group project."
Steve continued with a seemingly genuine tone: "You're even more outstanding than I thought. I'm glad to have employees like you." He paused, then he added two words: "Maya."
As he said those two words, a cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
The man's voice was pleasant to hear, dry but deep. The two words, 'Maya', rolled off his lips marked by no great affection, yet Maya somehow felt an indescribable warmth. Her melancholy spirits, from spending each day sleeping beside Mr. Hudson, brightened considerably by hearing those two words.
