Chapter 152 Do You Have A Contract With

• Someone, Sir? Though not superstitious, Ethan preferred to err on the side of caution rather than regret safety-related decisions. Above all, why would Dalton gift Wynter with such a significant pendant? This was not logic! Not daring to ask Dalton more, Ethan kept the question to himself. But Max didn't mince words. "Boss, Dr. Genius has discovered that I am beneath you." "Figures." Dalton paced, his l*ps twisted as he remembered that Wynter had always been a sharp woman. "She is meticulous about even the smallest details." With a breath of relief, Max promptly comforted Dalton, telling him not to worry that he wouldn't tell Mr. Yarwood Senior about their little secret.
• "Crypto"? "What secrets do I have?" Dalton inquired calmly as he looked at his fingertips. Max disclosed all of his knowledge since he believed Dalton didn't trust him. "I already heard from Dr. Genius that you and she were acting. You are, in actuality, in a contractual partnership. You're carrying out her grandmother's request. Relationship under contract? Which contractual arrangement? Ethan was astounded to hear that phrase. Dalton stopped walking, his hands a little stiff at his sides. Nevertheless, Max persisted in speaking as though he understood all that was happening. "I understand, boss. To prevent Mr. Yarwood Senior's forced marriage, you consented to work with Dr. Genius, correct?
• Dalton's eyes, once full of delight, gradually became chilly. His lips gently squeezed as a tinge of coldness showed on his attractive face, and he asked indifferently, "She declared it to be phony? "Yeah, right." Max nodded, totally oblivious to the trouble he had just provoked with his comments. Dalton turned to face him, his voice and look growing softer, almost as if the wind could carry them away. One day, it will truly happen. What? Max accelerated his pace in an attempt to catch up to Dalton after failing to understand it clearly.