She must have been blind back then to find Butler Goldsmith endearing.
She must have been truly sightless to think Butler Goldsmith was a good man.
BOO HOO HOO, my poor little strawberries.
Nia Mitchell sniffled and reached out to pick up the others. But Butler Goldsmith saw this and, with a rapid CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH, quickly stepped on all the strawberries on the ground...
Crushed!
"AH!!! My strawberries!"
Nia Mitchell roared, lunging to grab the remaining strawberries in Frederick Goldsmith's hands.
"Young Madam, please don't come any closer! I'm an old man; I can't withstand your pushing!"
Damn it!
A threat. This was a blatant threat.
This is too much! How shameless!
Far away at MC Group, the CEO's mouth twitched, his face etched with dark lines of exasperation. Listening to the ruckus on the phone, he was rather speechless.
"I say... Frederick Goldsmith!"
