Of Course, There Must be a Payment

Seeing the darkening expression on Tristan's face, Cynthia knew he was upset again.

A helpless smile appeared on her face as she tried to push his hand away.

But the man's fingers gripped her chin with a force not too strong, but noticeably heavier than usual.

Deciding to go along with it, Cynthia let all her weight rest on his hand and looked at him with a smiling gaze. "Are you really angry?"

"No!" Tristan, looking at her radiant smile, put on a stern face and pulled his hand back.

The next moment, Cynthia quickly grabbed his hand. "If you're not angry, then smile for me."

Max, sitting in the front seat, couldn't help but shudder.

There were probably few people in this world who dared to order Mr. Ford to smile for them, and Miss Shannon was undoubtedly one of them.

As a competent special assistant, and following the principle of "see no evil, hear no evil," Max silently raised the partition in the car, giving them some privacy.