Amanda turned her head away, her voice cold: “No, you must be mistaken.”
Like hell she knew this i***t.
“Eh? Miss, then why don’t you dare look at me?” Quincy chuckled, noticing the tiny red mole on her earlobe—his smile deepened.
“Boss, if you pretend you don’t know me, it’ll break my heart,” Quincy teased, feigning a wounded look.
The atmosphere instantly turned strange.
Jennifer stared hard at the two of them—there must be something going on here.
Benjamin’s face darkened at Quincy staring so intently at his wife.
Mr. Johnson caught sight of Benjamin’s frosty expression and raised an eyebrow. Was Quincy tired of living?
“Quincy, what are you doing? I brought you here to evaluate the designs—who actually plagiarized G’s work? What’s with your nonsense? Do you still want to keep y
