Ethan Grant had a feeling Shirley Thorne wasn't happy, but he couldn't guess the real reason.
"Are you angry?"
he asked.
Shirley Thorne nodded emphatically. "This was supposed to be our thing. How could you just go and finish it by yourself?"
She was the victim, after all. She had a right to know the truth.
Ethan Grant gave a slight nod. "My fault."
"That's right, it's your— Huh???"
'Oh my God, did the great billionaire just admit he was wrong?'
Shirley Thorne's face flushed crimson, the heat rising to her cheeks.
She didn't know why she was blushing, but her face felt like it was on fire.
'Wait, am I being a little unreasonable?' she suddenly wondered.
She was the one who wanted to sleep in, and she hadn't asked the billionaire to include her in the investigation beforehand.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized she was just making a scene for no reason.
"Come on."
Ethan Grant beckoned to her, then turned and strode ahead.
