Your Problem?

"I already said I don't need your help!"

Freya rolled her eyes at Connor.

"You're my fiancée. There's nothing wrong with me helping you…"

Connor said helplessly as he rested his head on her thigh.

"I just don't want you to help me. I want to resolve this matter myself…"

Freya replied as she thought about Connor's words.

"Then, just treat it as me saying all these things for nothing…" Connor said dejectedly.

"It's not a waste of time. I think your idea is indeed quite good. I'm going to discuss it with the shareholders tomorrow and test the investors' views. If there are no problems, I can give it a try!" Freya said with a smile.

"Don't worry, my method will definitely succeed!"

Connor laughed and replied, "Since your problem has been solved, shouldn't you help me solve my problem now?"

"Your problem?"

Freya couldn't help but be stunned when she heard his words.