Quite a Few Secrets

In the moment the words slipped out, a strange silence filled the car.

Max Ginger wanted to smack himself in the face. He cautiously observed Tristan Ford's expression and said, "Miss. Shannon's performance tonight is truly admirable..."

Seeing Tristan's eyebrows furrow tighter, Max's brain raced. "Only a woman like her is worthy of Mr. Ford."

As expected, the gloom on the man's face vanished in an instant upon hearing the second half of Max's statement.

After narrowly avoiding disaster, Cynthia's status in Max's heart soared, akin to a savior.

He even secretly planned to find an auspicious place at home and properly pray to Miss. Shannon.

"You did well tonight." Tristan's deep voice carried its usual coldness.

Max was taken aback, trying to figure out what exactly pleased Mr. Ford. After much deliberation, the only thing that came to mind was Cynthia.

Hesitating for a moment, he carefully said word by word, "The video was not blocked by us..."