At the mention of David Walsh, Shirley Thorne sat bolt upright, dropping her chopsticks.
"What did you find out?"
Her expression was grim.
Ethan Grant reached out with a large hand, picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, and placed it in her bowl. "Eat," he said soothingly.
"We can talk while we eat."
he said.
"Oh, oh, okay!"
Shirley Thorne picked up the chicken, the tips of her ears turning slightly red.
'This seems to be the first time Mr. Grant has ever put food on my plate!'
'If I eat the food given to me by the big-shot billionaire, will my financial luck increase?'
'No, wait, why am I still thinking about money at a time like this?'
'The point is that the billionaire put food on my plate!'
As Shirley Thorne's mind raced with these wild thoughts, the blush at the tips of her ears quietly crept onto her cheeks.
"Hurry up and tell me... tell me what's going on with David Walsh... I'm dying of curiosity!"
