Ethan Grant felt a little embarrassed after he spoke.
He had never, in his life, sung his own praises like that.
But for some reason, when he heard the anxiety in Shirley Thorne's voice, he couldn't help but want to comfort her.
He couldn't bring himself to offer normal words of comfort, like "You're very capable too," "You have your own strengths," or "I'm not that amazing."
The only thing he could say was the truth.
He'd heard what Shirley Thorne had said earlier—"What if I'm the reason the plan gets ruined?"—and he'd wanted to reassure her then, too, but he hadn't known how.
He couldn't help but try to imagine it.
This plan was crucial. He and his team had pulled several all-nighters to create such a meticulous flowchart.
If Shirley Thorne really did make a mistake, then he would probably…
'No, Shirley Thorne won't mess up. The girl is as sharp as a tack. She wouldn't make a mistake on something this simple.'
