Let's talk?
Freya Morrison lowered her eyelids and directly refused, "We have nothing to talk about."
She walked past Mr. Charles, intending to leave, but Mr. Charles blocked her path again and said directly, "Forced to owe 200,000 dollars, yet you have to toil away at the company, even subjected to Oliver Charles's ruthless mockery. Others say Director Charles uses women like men and men like beasts, but in my view, he's treating you like a beast too, Miss Morrison. With things like this, do you still have nothing to talk about?"
Freya Morrison furrowed her brows and looked at Mr. Charles.
Mr. Charles spoke again, "200,000 dollars is just a small number for me, Miss Morrison. Do you really plan to waste your entire life here? Have you truly not considered, even for a moment, collaborating with me?"
Collaborate?
Freya Morrison's fingers turned on the recording mode in her pocket, and she lowered her head to ask, "What do you want to do?"