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The weather is getting hotter, and the sun is setting later each day.
Yves King drives his red BMW, taking a somewhat exhausted Faye Owen home to Teacher's Village after work. Upon noticing her face slightly pale due to overexertion, he furrowed his brows and rebuked, "Faye, you can't finish all the company's work, so why push yourself so hard? Besides, the company belongs to Old Miller, not us."
"Hmph," Faye Owen retorted, leaning back into the car seat and massaging her temples. "What kind of irresponsible thing is that to say, Yves? We're paid to do our jobs. Uncle Miller trusts me so much, how can I let him down? Moreover, my father has bought a significant number of shares in the Miller Group, so we now hold 23 percent of the company's stocks. We're the second-largest shareholder, just below Uncle Miller. Helping the company is essentially helping ourselves, I can't slack off."
