Who Said I Was Playing with the Secretary? I Don't Play with Wo

Maverick got out of the car and saw a familiar car.

The cars of the Lamonts were all luxurious cars with special license plates, so they could be recognized at a glance in such a parking lot.

His eyebrows slightly moved. It had been almost a month since he had seen anyone from the Lamont family. They probably were on the anxious bench and thus directly came to the company's parking lot for him.

He stood motionless and soon saw the driver push the door open.

That was the old driver of the Lamonts. He ran over and said respectfully, "Mr. Maverick, Mr. Will and Mr. Zane are in the car. Look..."

Maverick pursed his thin lips in low spirits.

In the past, Mr. Maverick was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar every time the old driver saw him.

But now ... he felt that Mr. Maverick was in a pretty good mood before.

So the driver boldly said, "Mr. Maverick, Mr. Will misses you. He hasn't seen you for a long time. Mr. Zane is also here."