William Moore was right. If he didn't treat her well, there would be other men who would.
In the past, he was dismissive, thinking Iris Harris was devoted to him.
But now, he no longer had words to say.
Even the chance to treat her well, he hadn't anymore.
His life had been smooth and successful, everything went his way, and now he finally understood that the fortune he had in the first half of his life needed a lifetime to repay.
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Dusk approached.
When the secretary came out of the secretary's office, she saw the lights next door were still on.
She carried her bag, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully pushed the door open to peek inside.
In the brightly lit office, Brandan Hyde stood by the window looking into the distance, his silhouette was straight and his physique very perfect.
Yet somehow, looking at his figure, there was a feeling of sadness emanating from him.
