The Scapegoat, Great Misfortune!

Cynthia's expression revealed a plain annoyance, and her voice unconsciously carried a touch of coldness. "These seem to have nothing to do with you."

After all, George was just Old Mr. Cartman's grandson, and their families had a decent relationship. They used to play together when they were kids. However, apart from that, there was no substantial connection, and their interactions had decreased significantly as they grew up. They were almost like strangers now. So, George's questions had crossed a line for Cynthia.

Regretting his impatience, George apologized, "Cynthia, I'm sorry. I was too abrupt just now."

"I have something to do; I'll leave now," Cynthia replied.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the elevator door opened behind her, and Max stepped out. His gaze swept over George, and he respectfully greeted, "Miss Shannon."

Seeing Max, the coldness between Cynthia's eyebrows lessened a bit. She nodded slightly and walked past Max, directly entering the elevator.