Faye curved her lips: "No need, the ones who should be afraid are not me, but them."
"I'm right here watching you, call me whenever you need."
Oliver gently helped her adjust her hair.
Their eyes met intensely, appearing very affectionate to outsiders.
"Don't worry, I'm not that weak."
After speaking, she glanced at Xavier: "You guys carry on talking."
Watching her leave, Xavier leaned closer to Oliver.
"What exactly are you playing at?
Such a woman clearly isn't your type.
You went to the extent of falling out with Hunter Warren over a vase.
Do you think it's worth it?"
"A vase?" Oliver turned his head towards Xavier with a confident smile: "That's why you're not cut out for business, your judgment is off.
Let me tell you, if a woman like Faye is to be called a vase, then she is a delicate jade vase, and a specially commissioned one at that."
Xavier cast a sideways glance at Faye's retreating figure: "Isn't that a bit exaggerated?"
