"Exactly!" Sam Brown nodded, "Handing over the authority of the Grant Clan, Miss Grant is really bold, isn't she afraid that her position will be taken away? How much trust she must have in this shareholder!"
Sam Brown didn't notice that after he spoke, Dawn Sutherland's expression darkened a bit more, put down the pen, grabbed his suit jacket, and started walking out: "You're working overtime tonight!"
Sam Brown: "... President Sutherland!!"
Isn't this a bit too cruel?
Sam Brown wailed, but Dawn Sutherland didn't look back, leaving a cold, hurried silhouette for Sam Brown.
Dawn Sutherland drove home deep in thought, Sam Brown's words still echoing in his mind, causing a swirl of panic and unease in his heart.
"Grant the temporary authority of the Grant Clan to him, Daisy, you really trust this man, don't you? The Grant Clan is your Uncle Grant's lifelong effort!"
