Florence finally put on the skirt. She straightened her hair and pointed to the wound on her neck.
"How to deal with this?"
Evander took the medicine box over there. He first sterilized the wound and then simply wrapped it with gauze. Otherwise, the two rows of printing would be scary, and the two children would ask about it.
Florence did not move.
"Don't you leave?"
"If possible, give me the electronic version of the plan, and I will revise it and send it to George. This can be done under your supervision. If you can't supervise me, you can take away all my communications equipment, and I won't go out."
She looked at Evander calmly, and let him scrutinize her without dodging.
"I know no matter what I'm saying or doing now, you won't believe me. But if you can use this opportunity to deal a heavy blow to George, he will not be able to stand firm in Harris Group, and he will suffer in the Greer family."