"Another Bunch of People?!"
After reading these messages, Naomi sat on the sofa in a daze. At this moment, Mrs. Sweeney pushed open the door and walked in. She noticed Naomi's awkward expression and couldn't help but furrow her brows, "What's wrong? Feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing." Naomi suddenly snapped back to reality.
She was just worried about whether Cynthia would take advantage of Tristan to target Sweeney Corporation. If Tristan decided to go after Sweeney Corporation, they would have no chance of resisting. However, judging from Tucker's situation, Mr. Ford was indeed decisive and ruthless.
She tightly held her phone, and the uneasiness in her heart grew stronger.
"Drink this." Mrs. Sweeney brought a bowl of dark soup to her.
A strong medicinal smell, mixed with a subtle fishy odor, made Naomi instinctively wrinkle her nose and move back, covering her nose. "What is this?"