But what she said was as cold as frost, "You're both the Team Leader and the CEO, such a high-standing person, you wouldn't want to weasel out, would you?"
"Of course not." Julian Johnsons denied.
"Then what is it?" Isabella Lindsey's patience was limited.
"I agreed to let you go, but didn't say when, did I?" Julian smiled mischievously.
"Weasel." Isabella directly labeled him.
"When you leave, a weasel would be very lonely. How can you pass this long afternoon?" Julian's devilish self-mocking tone suddenly had a hint of loneliness.
"It's none of my business."
Isabella still had her back to him, making it impossible to see her expression.
In the air, invisible particles were faintly pulsating.
And in the bedroom, for a moment, it was silent for a few seconds.
