"Thank you."
Stellan Sutton thanked her indifferently, then said, "I currently don't have any plans to divorce my wife. Initially, I didn't want to say this, but Miss Donovan is outstanding; there's absolutely no need for you to waste your time on me. You don't need to worry about my mother either; I will persuade her."
Serena Donovan's eyes dropped at his words, then she smiled gently, "President Sutton's words are already very clear. I understand what you mean, but right now, there's no way. I'm a guest, and I can't just leave."
"I hope you enjoy your time here."
The two of them exchanged words back and forth, and the atmosphere was indeed harmonious.
Stellan Sutton didn't even notice Sutton, who was on the sidelines blowing his beard and glaring furiously.
Over twenty minutes later, the sound of an engine roared in the courtyard again.
Autumn Ellison was busy in the kitchen. Stellan Sutton turned his head and saw a familiar car.
