"Boss!"
Eli Smith received Christopher Moore, noticing that Christopher was carrying a lunchbox in one hand and a laptop in the other.
Eli was amazed. No way! At this time, the boss is still thinking about delivering food to Miss Mercer.
Doesn't this huge company mean anything anymore?
With so many factories and enterprises behind Moore Corporation, did the boss really choose beauty over the empire?
"Boss, do you still have to deliver food at this time? Why don't I deliver it while you go back to the company?"
Eli tentatively asked, only to receive an eye roll from Christopher.
"No need, drive!"
Eli retreated a few steps, feeling that the boss was being protective, completely different from his usual cool and noble demeanor, as if he had changed his face, into one displaying a budding jealousy.
...
Eli saw through the rearview mirror that Christopher's fingers were typing quickly on the keyboard at a dizzying speed.
