Waylon Lewis had already walked over, "What's going on?"
Thomas Hughes glanced at Hope Williams, who knew they were about to discuss serious matters and tactfully turned towards the vanity.
Waylon Lewis's eyes narrowed slightly in the cold.
Thomas Hughes quickly lowered his head and said, "Boss, you still..."
Thomas Hughes silently gestured with his hand, asking him to please follow.
It was obvious that he wanted to avoid discussing it in front of Hope Williams.
Waylon Lewis concealed his emotions and frowned slightly, walking out of the room. Thomas Hughes glanced at Hope Williams and bent over to close the door.
Hope Williams noticed Thomas Hughes's subtle actions, the eyebrow pencil in her hand pausing briefly, her brows lifting slightly.
What Thomas Hughes was discussing was clearly something he was intentionally keeping from her.
In the study, Waylon Lewis sat on the sofa, his brows tightly knitted.