,"Thank you, Director Croft." Beatrice Hargrave picked up the juice, cradling the glass with both hands and took a sip through the straw, her movements graceful and ladylike, clearly the behavior of someone well taught.
Nicholas Croft slightly lowered his head, thinking to himself, the daughter of the Hargrave Family, how could she lack manners?
Before he could speak, Beatrice Hargrave had already put down her juice and looked at Nicholas Croft curiously to ask.
"May I know what Director Croft has invited me here for?"
Nicholas Croft looked up, his authoritative handsome face was unexpectedly gentle in front of Beatrice Hargrave.
The curve of his lips softening his dark eyes.
"Your father and I have been family friends for generations, no need to be so formal and polite."
"Alright, then I'll call you Uncle Croft from now on, is that okay?" Beatrice Hargrave widened her clear eyes, seeming to wait for Nicholas Croft's response.
