Chapter 455 The soup

As the weather grew colder, it was nearing New Year's Day.

On the last day before New Year's Day, Mr. Smith finally called Isabella to her office.

She had mentally prepared herself before entering.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Keats." Seeing the unwillingness in Mr. Smith's eyes, Isabella still lowered his head, his face extremely pale as he pursed his lips, "Because of my personal matters, causing the company to bear such pressure, I failed to live up to your expectations."

"The company is still a company after all. There are some things that I don't have complete decision—making power for." Mr. Smith raised his hand and sighed, expressing his own understanding of everything that had happened recently, "I still really hope that you can stay, so I hope that I'll be able to explain this to my superior and give you some more time. I hope that you can calm down this crisis before the new year comes."

Isabella did not make a sound, and her throat was choked.