Facing Daniel Peacock's cold words, Cherish Turner's bewildered expression gradually faded, leaving only calmness.
"Are you done? Then I can go. Goodbye." She maintained her last ounce of composure, not letting his words provoke her emotions.
Looking at her seemingly peaceful, gentle, and fair face, which was actually extremely stubborn, Daniel took a sharp drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowed, and his voice deepened, sounding somewhat impatient, "His background isn't as simple as you think. From what I know, his personal account seems to have serious issues recently, which may not bode well for him. If you follow him, you'll be in trouble too!"
Cherish Turner slowly stood up, straightening her back, facing Daniel Peacock.
At this moment, her frail figure exuded a powerful aura. She looked at him with a smile, speaking calmly and rationally, "What does it matter without shares? Even if William leaves the Griffith family, he can still have his own world."