In the reception room.
Lamont looked at Maya in front of him with his deep and cold eyes and asked faintly, "What do you want from me?"
Sitting opposite him, Maya was slightly nervous. Her hands, which were hanging on her side, involuntarily clenched together. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly spoke out, "Mr. Hurst, could you please let Hazel go? I beg you."
Hearing this, the man's previously indifferent eyebrows furrowed slightly and said, "What do you mean?"
The air conditioning was turned on in the reception room, but when Maya looked up at Lamont, a faint sweat oozed from her pale pretty face, "Mr. Hurst, I don't know why you and Hazel were together or why you obtained the certificate, but you don't love her at all. Forcing her to be together with you will only make each other more painful."
"Who said I don't love her?" Lamont interrupted her.
Maya looked up at Lamont in disbelief.