The call ended before Maxim Sinclair could finish speaking.
"You just hung up? Didn't you ask me this morning to pick a good day so you two could get your marriage license? What's going on now?"
Charles Jenson looked at his phone, puzzled. "What's the situation? Was it all just a game? But from his attitude, he seemed very serious."
With doubts in his mind, Charles unconsciously flicked the pillbox in his hand a couple of times. After pondering for a moment, he clenched it in his hand and set out to find Vivian Sullivan.
Sinclair Group.
The company executives, who came for a work report, took a glance at the gloomy face of Maxim Sinclair, and secretly turned to seek assurance from Assistant Collins.
Assistant Collins could only return a look of good luck, stepping forward to pick up the broken pen from Maxim's desk.
