"Norman York..." Skye Brown turned back and looked at the man dressed in ancient emperor attire, whose casual outfit still made him seem exceptionally graceful and handsome.
She suddenly recalled yesterday's misunderstanding.
It was Norman York's ambiguous words that almost led her into a major embarrassment.
Skye Brown squinted her eyes, speaking seriously: "Norman York, what exactly were you referring to with 'the bribe from the night before last'? I found out that the night before last, we only had two drinks at the gathering — hardly enough to call a 'bribe.' Saying such things creates misunderstandings..."
"Misunderstanding?" Norman York lifted the corner of his lips and suddenly laughed.
"Did Director Brown misunderstand something... When I mentioned the bribe, I meant taking care of Director Brown after she got drunk. Perhaps Director Brown hasn't realized, you had a flushed face and quite spiritedly scolded the investors at the banquet... Hmm, rather cute."
