"Do I look like I'm joking?" Anne picked up the coffee cup with her plain hand and took a light sip, with a pleasant and leisurely appearance.

If not already knew that she was a scheming person, he would really think that she was just joking.

Dylan’s ten fingers clasped on the knees with legs crossed and he said, "Give me a reason."

"President Oliver is a shrewd person, I think you should know my son’s obsessive thoughts."

Dylan stared at her, did not say a word.

Looking at the opposite imposing and cold handsome face, Anne lightly smiled and said, "No destruction, no inception and President Oliver know the...