George Robbins hesitated, but his words had already made his hint abundantly clear.
Florienna Ellis's eyes flicked slightly, and the palm she had placed on George Robbins's wrist reflexively tightened.
"What you mean is... as long as Charlotte Thompson makes a mistake in this collaboration, then she's guaranteed to be kicked out of the company?"
Though George Robbins didn't give a definitive answer, a glimpse of his expression was enough for Florienna to make an accurate guess.
"When it comes to interests, the company always outweighs the individual, especially at such a critical moment."
Hearing this, Florienna's lips curled into a smirk, and she leaned closer into George's embrace.
"So, what's your plan?"
At her question, George Robbins tilted Florienna's chin up and gently grazed her skin with his fingertips.
"This time, I'll still need your help."
"Me?"
...
"Florienna, so you're here."
