Oliver Rubio's cold sweat started to drip down.
Edward Stephens watched his expression, his tone slightly somber: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Oliver stood up, his head full of cold sweat, avoiding Edward's gaze as he lowered his head, "Young Master Wen, Director Ginger is your wife, her... matters, it's better if you ask her personally."
Edward raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you not plan to tell me?"
Oliver braced himself and looked at her, "I signed the company's confidentiality agreement. If any confidential information is exposed, I'll face a lawsuit."
"Don't beat around the bush with me." Edward leaned back in his chair, "You know what I mean. If you don't tell me now, I'll call Daisy Ginger later and tell her I'm displeased with you, and ask her to fire you."
Oliver: "..."
Is he seriously doing this?
Oliver said helplessly, "Director Ginger hasn't really done anything, but there is one thing that I found quite odd."
