Quincy had a sad expression. He was actually very impressed with Nolan‘s acting, but that was too much. How could he kick him
Cecile suddenly showed up next to Quincy, “Mr. Lawson.”
Quincy turned to look at her. He was surprised but then smiled. “Ms. Wolfsbane, Mr. Goldmann is in a bad mood. I’m afraid that he won‘t be able to focus on work.”
The woman must have heard the rumors in the company, so shouldn‘t she take the chance to annoy Maisie?
The Goldmann couple had put on a performance because they wanted to give Cecile another chance. If she thought that Nolan wouldn‘t stand on Maisie‘s side, then she would have her chance
Why was she there? Did she have another plan?
“Oh?” She pretended to be troubled. “But there‘s something that I need to talk to Mr. Goldmann about. Could you help me, please?
Quincy scratched his chin. “Hmm... I‘ll have to ask him, but I can‘t promise anything.“.
She smiled. “Sure.”
Quincy knocked on the door when Nolan‘s cold voice could be heard. “Didn‘t I ask you to get lost?” Quincy lowered his head, “Mr. Goldmann, Ms. Wolfsbane says she has something to speak to you about. Could you,”
It was quiet for a moment. “Let her in.
Cecile didn‘t expect Nolan to want to see her, so she was secretly proud but quietly snapped back.
After getting his approval, she walked into the room, and the moment Quincy closed the door, he went to the stairwell and called Maisie.
Maisie took the call and found out that Cecile had gone to see Nolan. She wasn‘t upset but instead smiled. “Let Nolan find out what her motives are then.”
Quincy was surprised. “Ma’am, aren‘t you worried that the woman has bad intentions?”
Maisie stood in front of the windows and looked at the building in front of her. “She can‘t do anything to him. Is she going to devour him? Don‘t worry. Nolan isn‘t someone that can be forced into doing anything.”
Quincy was rendered speechless.
Meanwhile, in the office...
Cecile looked at the papers scattered all over the floor, then at the man sitting on the chair with the back facing her.
Nolan rapped his fingers on the armrest but didn‘t turn around. “Yes?”
Cecile smiled, picked up the papers, walked to the desk, and arranged them into a tidy pile. “Mr. Goldmann, you shouldn‘t be angry with your wife even if you disagreed. She is, after all, the woman that you love. Even if there was a misunderstanding, you should try to get to the bottom of things.”
Nolan‘s rapping stopped, and he swirled the chair with no expression. “This was what