The expert rolled his eyes: "I don't see it, always smiling like she's carefree."
Nolan chuckled, patting his shoulder: "Maybe that's exactly what Mr. Faye likes about her? Don't be like this, them being together is best for Mr. Faye."
The expert pursed his lips, unimpressed.
Nolan shook his head, just about to leave when Faye's voice sounded in the house: "Nolan."
The expert beside him jumped, worried they got caught talking behind the boss's back, otherwise, why would there be a sudden outburst.
He broke into a cold sweat, feeling a huge crisis of unemployment and falling out of favor, nervously watching Nolan.
Nolan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiled as he pushed the door open to go in.
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Inside the room, Faye's gaze fell on the distant view outside the window, showing no emotion, he merely said lightly: "I lost my car keys, have someone send a spare over."
His voice was soft, but the words "have someone" were emphasized heavily.
