Jefferson still felt something was off about his assistant's sudden coldness towards him. Even though their friendship had been growing stronger over time. What was really going through his assistant's mind? Could it be that Flint was the one instigating him? He had suspected from the start that Flint would steal his woman. However, he hadn't expected Flint to go this far, making his anger uncontrollable.
The longer he heard those hurtful words, the more he wanted to cry. He'd never cried when faced with a major problem, but now he was crying over a woman. Was this what love was? He'd never felt genuine love from anyone.
He still didn't want to give up his beloved assistant for another man. His eyes fell on several ties placed in a box. Then he glanced at the new tie he was wearing and the expensive pen in his shirt pocket.
"Then, what was the purpose of the gift you gave me earlier? If you really hate me, why did you still want to give me a gift?"
