Chapter 1140: Fake White-Rich-Beautiful? (5)

Maxwell Hughes stared at his own computer, his attention, however, was continually drawn to Violet Taylor.

The woman sat not far away, dressed in silk pajamas, her long, wavy hair cascading down her back as she sat cross-legged on the sofa. Even so, from her hair to the tips of her toes, she exuded delicacy.

Maxwell had actually stopped listening to whatever the person on the other side of the video conference was saying. The person opposite had long finished reporting the day's matters, but since the boss didn't turn off the video, he had no choice but to stare back at each other through the screen.

Even the person on the other side had begun to feel uneasy. Had their work report not been satisfactory today? Was the boss very dissatisfied? He wasn't speaking a word; what was he going to do?

The fear on the other side grew, and finally, with trepidation, they uttered, "boss..."

Before they could finish, Maxwell swiftly gestured silence at the video.