Lucy Ansley pinched Henry Ronan's finger and whispered, "How about... we wait a bit before going in?"
Before the man could answer, Eva Ronan's voice echoed again from the room, "Stop making it sound so noble. I suspect it's because of your track record?"
Seconds later, Max Shaw said calmly, "I'll go get a no-criminal-record certificate tomorrow, what do you think?"
"You..."
Eva Ronan was speechless, her anger boiling up.
Max Shaw always easily sparked her fury.
Outside, Henry Ronan chuckled and shook his head, leading Lucy Ansley inside.
Seeing them enter, Eva Ronan suppressed her anger, picked up a cup to drink some lemon water, and returned to her dignified gracefulness.
To outsiders, Eva Ronan always appeared calm and poised. Her beige chiffon blouse paired with women's trousers exuded elegance mixed with professional sharpness.
Yet in front of Max Shaw, she always had her temper provoked, losing her aloof demeanor, and became more down-to-earth.
