Bella Acker's body tensed for a moment, and she said softly, "It's nothing, it's just a cold. Some cold medicine will do."
Cynthia Young's eyes were sharp as ever, and she saw right through her, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." Bella shook her head.
"If it's nothing, why are you wearing sunglasses in the office? Is it the incandescent office lights are too strong?" Cynthia sighed and said, "I'm your agent, which means I am basically your work nanny in many respects. Only by truly understanding your physical and personal situation can I better arrange work for you. I also believe there should be absolute trust between us."
"Ms. Young, don't misunderstand. I do trust you." Bella explained, waving her hand, and hesitated for a moment before removing her sunglasses.
Cynthia saw her swollen, red eyes and instantly frowned, "Is it a personal issue, or a relationship issue?"
Bella found it hard to speak, but seeing her expression, Cynthia already understood.
