Alexander...
Stifled by his own boss, he turned his head to glance at Nicholas Croft. Though he said nothing, the defiant look in his eyes said it all.
With a faint, cold smile, he turned and strode away.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Beatrice feigned ignorance and asked, shaking the hand she was holding, just as Nicholas noticed the thermos cup in her other hand.
Alexander was an artist under their company and often carried his belongings with him. Nicholas recognized the thermos and, without answering Beatrice, took the cup from her hand and tossed it away.
"You dare use someone else's cup to drink water, aren't you afraid of catching a virus!"
Beatrice...
Always knew this man was stingy, but never thought he could be this stingy. She was just using a colleague's cup, and yet he...
Suppressing the laughter in her heart, she whispered, "I've even shared a sip with Uncle, and I haven't caught any virus."
Nicholas...
