Amelia Clarke was startled.
What did he want her to handle?
She looked at Owen Moreland with confusion.
Owen Moreland, however, showed no intention of explaining. He simply rubbed her hair and said with a gentle voice, "From now on, just stay by my side."
In the following time,
the fishing pier went from a group of grown men to pairs.
Amelia Clarke sat next to Owen Moreland, watching his calm eyes and brows as he caught one fish after another. The other executives almost didn't get any bites, prompting someone to joke, "Seriously, even the fish are so mercenary. They know that Mr. Moreland is the richest one among us. They all run over to bite on Mr. Moreland's hook, and they completely ignore our bait! It really breaks my heart!"
"It's really like that! Ha ha..."
The crowd laughed and joked for a while.
Owen Moreland remained unmoved, not showing any self-congratulatory emotions.
He was very composed.
Amelia Clarke looked at Owen Moreland with eyes full of pride.
