Inside the room, Daniel Thompson sat in a chair with a worried expression. As she entered, his eyes brightened.
Isabelle's heart skipped a beat as she handed over the contract in her hands: "Uncle Thompson, this is the contract I have drafted."
Daniel Thompson didn't speak.
Feeling uneasy, she placed the contract on the table.
After a few dozen seconds of silence, just as Isabelle was feeling awkward, Daniel Thompson finally looked up at her.
"Isabelle, you and Joshua have known each other since you were children, right?"
Isabelle was slightly surprised, then nodded: "We have always enjoyed arguing with each other since we were young, and everyone said we were a happy enemy."
She smiled generously, her innocent and naive eyes appearing pure and harmless.
It was difficult to believe that such a person would do such a thing.
Daniel Thompson had doubts in his heart and was also weighing his options.
Isabelle's heart pounded, and her palms were already sweaty.
