Fulfilling All Your Needs
Coincidentally, as the others finished reporting their work, "Mr. Ford, if there's nothing else, we'll leave first."
Tristan nodded slightly.
As they left, they couldn't help turning their heads to look at Cynthia once again. They saw her focusing intently on studying the crossbow gun, her calm expression as if playing with a doll.
Ordinary women would usually be frightened when seeing a gun, but this one... seemed to like it?
Indeed, the woman of the big shot was extraordinary!
Jimbo looked at Tristan and asked, "How did you get here?"
Jimbo quickly bent over to pick up the folder that had fallen on the ground. When he walked towards Tristan, he turned his head to give a deep look at Cynthia, who was sitting on the sofa.
The woman wore a white suit, her ink-black hair simply tied into loose curls, with a strand falling gently over her forehead. From head to toe, she exuded an inherent elegant and noble temperament.