"Young Master Shannon, you mean...?"
He's surely not implying what I think he means, is he?
Despite his unsightly appearance and terrible figure, Maxwell Sinclair was a wealthy man. The girlfriends he usually dated, while not necessarily peerless beauties, were definitely among the ranks of high-society stunners. How could he, always so picky about women, stomach this hideous one?
"Take her... and you can secure the collaboration deal with Golden Wing Palace." Thomas Shannon propped his forehead with one hand, a Ryan Lane smirk hovering on the corner of his lips.
He could secure the collaboration deal with Golden Wing Palace?
Ecstatic joy burst from Maxwell Sinclair's eyes. He nodded frantically, "No problem, absolutely no problem!"
Maxwell Sinclair quickly stepped over to Sophie Sullivan, grabbing her hand with excitement. "Young Master Shannon, I can do it right now."
