"Do we really need to have such a formal business discussion between us? It's just tens of millions of dollars. Can't you just transfer it to me?" Ethan joked, handing a plate of desserts to Clyde.
Clyde took it and passed it to Hannah.
Hannah didn't take it and replied with disdain, "I don't like this."
She disliked overly sweet things.
Clyde's wrist froze, the plate of desserts hanging in mid-air.
He was upset. Was Hannah showing disdain toward him? Was she displeased that he didn't know her preferences?
"There's no need for a boss to know the preferences of their subordinates," Clyde said in a deep voice.
But his tone betrayed himself.
"Of course," Hannah responded casually.
Her attention was entirely focused on her feet.
She was wearing high heels, and after walking too much,
