On his way back, Victor Parker kept gazing at the streetlights outside. Things were more troublesome than he anticipated. At the very least, he didn't expect that those around him had already become part of this script.
"President, it's Miss Lowe."
At the hotel entrance, the woman who has been lingering around was indeed Isabella Lowe.
Because his home was being renovated, Victor Parker had been staying at the hotel recently.
As Victor Parker got out of the car, Isabella Lowe walked up, "Victor, I have something to ask you."
"If it's about the design project, you should know better than I do." Victor Parker walked past her directly into the hotel.
"Victor Parker, do you really trust her that much?" Isabella Lowe rushed in front of Victor, blocking his path, "Victor Parker, we are the ones who grew up together."
Victor stopped and looked at the woman standing in front of him, "Polly was right beside me when she drafted the initial design."
