Edward Harper's eyes grew darker. This matter was indeed too coincidental; anyone who heard it would inevitably have some doubts.
And the person being suspected just happened to be the one sleeping beside him for three years, sharing the same bed. He knew her weight and worth better than anyone.
Edward thought of the pile of scribbles she made in the study, not only wasting a stack of his paper, but also frequently mixing up his documents, causing him to once embarrass himself in front of employees during a meeting.
Without much thought, Edward directly replied to Liam Johnson, "It wouldn't be her."
It wouldn't be her, no matter who it was.
"Director Harper, actually, Mrs. Harper's work isn't bad. She previously…"
The conversation was interrupted here.
Austin Moore came stumbling in, drunk and supported by his assistant.
Liam Johnson hurried over to lend a hand.
On the top floor, there was a rest suite, and Edward accompanied them to send Austin up.