"Miss Hemsworth, could you go see President Miller?"
Abigail Hemsworth's eyes narrowed slightly, her frown carrying a hint of coldness.
"I thought all his efforts meant he was ready to let go, to leave me alone."
Nat Crawford couldn't help swallowing, his handsome and tall figure showing a hint of redness in his eyes in front of her.
"Yes, President Miller did think that way. It's been more than twenty days since he returned from abroad, Miss Hemsworth, and he really hasn't shown up in front of you, has he?"
Abigail felt a slight tightness in her chest, her fingers curled faintly.
After a long silence, she turned her head to the side. "So what? What happened to him?"
Nat clenched his fists tightly and said slowly, "If you go over, maybe then we'll finally know what's wrong with him."
Abigail suddenly turned her head to look at Nat, and after a few seconds, she let out a cold laugh.
"Do you think it's fun to mess with me?"
