"Oh, congratulations then!" Hannah Hargrave said with a smile. Sophie Foster detested her hypocritical expression the most, and with a glance of disdain, she wrapped her arms around Nicholas Croft's waist and said, "Uncle, I want some milk tea."
Nicholas Croft understood Sophie Foster's thoughts, nodded apologetically to Hannah Hargrave, and said, "Sorry," then walked towards the café with Sophie Foster.
Watching their intertwined figures like conjoined twins, the smile on Hannah Hargrave's face gradually faded, her beautiful eyes narrowed slowly, and her grips on her handbag tightened, almost wishing to crush the straps.
The female assistant behind stepped forward and stood beside Hannah Hargrave, looking at the couple's retreating backs with dissatisfaction, "President, your sister really doesn't know how to be grateful."
Hannah Hargrave suddenly turned her head, glanced at the assistant, and said nothing.
