Holding a Showdown
Coincidentally, Carl Ford walked over from the pantry at this moment, handing the tray in his hand to Max with a gloomy expression. "That woman wanted American coffee; you take it in!"
He found that woman inside quite distasteful with just a glance!
Cynthia casually raised her eyebrows, murmuring meaningfully, "That woman..."
Max's forehead twitched violently, and visible panic appeared on his face. "Uh, well..."
He was desperate, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and he glared fiercely at the instigator, Carl.
Carl scratched his head with a bewildered expression, muttering innocently, "I didn't know Miss Shannon was here."
He had been sulking and hadn't noticed Cynthia's presence at all.
"Speak up, what is he doing?" Cynthia tossed the things in her hands into Max's arms, casually pulled a chair over, sat down with her arms crossed, and looked at the two big men in front of her with a hint of interrogation.