Ian Rowe stared at her deeply, "The thing with the text last time was an accident."
Maya Monroe wasn't afraid of his gaze at all, "What kind of accident? What accident?"
Ian turned his gaze away again and got back to his work.
With his noble demeanor, his indifferent expression always seemed a bit cold. From Maya Monroe's angle, she could clearly see his high, straight nose and smooth jawline.
Maya Monroe didn't appreciate the beauty before her, becoming more aggressive, "Why aren't you talking? Are you annoyed with me now? Or was that text meant for someone else? I want to see which little vixen has captured your soul! Just wait for me to sort her out properly!"
Someone like Ian Rowe, born into wealth, always gets chased and flattered by others. Moreover, he has excellent skills himself. Being in such a high position naturally gives him a strong desire for control, making him most unable to tolerate interference and telling off from others.
