Halle was tall and slender. She stood at the door and clenched the bag again and again, and then her gaze fell on the stunned Horton.
"I own a studio. Although my social status is not as high as the director of the hospital or the heir to the Hutt Group, the business is pretty good. Therefore, it is not a problem to support him."
Halle looked at Horton and pursed her lips, "In the future, you might be unable to wear expensive suits, have exquisite dishes, or be spotlighted. But I can promise that every item of your clothes will be cut by me, every dish is made by me, and you are my only love."
No one could replace you!
Halle said calmly. Her every sound and word echoed in the quiet office.
Claus looked at Halle with sarcasm and disdain, but Halle doesn't care. Her gaze fell on Horton's face.
She was so nervous that she unconsciously clenched her fist as she waited for Horton's response.
