He knew she wouldn't accept his gifts for free, which was why he'd said it was only around a hundred bucks.
But the shoes he had his eye on were far, far more expensive than that.
Claire Sinclair nodded but said nothing.
Ethan Kingsley asked tentatively, "You don't seem to be in a very good mood. Perhaps you need someone to talk to, and I could be that someone."
Claire Sinclair shot him a sideways glance. There was always something inscrutable in his eyes, something that made her feel he was up to no good.
'It pays to be guarded.' She didn't dare get too close to him, so she said, "I'm not in a bad mood, just a bit overwhelmed by work stress."
"That makes sense. I was quite surprised when I saw you volunteering in the disaster area. You look so slender, I didn't expect you to be such a hard worker."
"Heh..." Claire Sinclair let out an awkward laugh. "I also didn't expect Mr. Kingsley to donate 30 million. The people in the disaster area will be very grateful to you."
