She stood up and only then realized something was off. What if Philip Shaw was tricking her?
Ellen Candi's face turned pale, then flushed, staring at Philip Shaw without speaking for a long time.
Philip Shaw leaned back in his office chair, his expression typically calm, not revealing any special emotions. His slender fingers toyed with the black pen in his hand, and he said casually, "If you want to ask something, just ask it directly. Stop pacing around in that room."
"..." Ellen hadn't expected that Philip Shaw would know she went into that room, and for a moment, her face looked unpleasant.
He had changed a lot, his thoughts deep and unfathomable, no longer resembling the lonely young man in her memory.
She recalled the days she spent with Philip Shaw, and her heart tightened. Ellen gripped the armrest, pressing her lips together, and stared at Philip Shaw for a moment before asking in a low voice, "How did you meet Aldana?"
