"It's fine. You can release her tomorrow. I can still cover the penalty. Anything else?"
After signing all the documents, he lifted his gaze and looked at Christopher Martin seriously. His tone was flat, a stark contrast to the way he had spoken when he first walked in.
Christopher lowered his head, glanced at the schedule in his hand, and continued, "On the evening the press conference ends, according to tradition, the company will invite all media reporters, partners, advertisers, and some notable figures from the industry to attend the celebration banquet. Should we invite William Thompson of Summit Group?"
"He invited me to his birthday party last time, and I didn't go. If we don't invite him this time, it wouldn't be right."
Just mentioning that man gave Liam Williams a headache.
"But I don't think even if we invite him, William will show up, will he? The relationship between Pinnacle Corporation and Summit Group is so tense right now..."
"You're overthinking it. It's obvious that someone like William Thompson can do anything. Don't deal with him using ordinary people's logic. I guarantee he'll come. When he does, have someone keep a close eye on him. Don't let him cause any trouble."
"Understood, sir. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Christopher stood up, gathered the papers on the desk, and turned to leave.
The study door was pushed open, and Emma Johnson's face appeared in their sight.
She had just come to deliver a plate of fruit, but she had overheard them talking about Isabella Miller, so she had pricked up her ears and listened a little longer.
To vent his anger, Liam would rather pay a three-million penalty than keep Isabella on?
That didn't seem right.
Besides, it wasn't easy for others to break into the industry after years of struggle.
"I came up to bring you some fruit. It's hard working overtime." Embarrassed, Emma placed the plate on the table and took two steps to Liam's side. "I just overheard you and Christopher saying you want to fire Isabella?"
Liam sat in his chair, his lips moving. After a moment, he spoke, "Yes... Did you hear that?"
"I didn't mean to. Besides, Liam, I think it's over between Isabella and me. She's still my cousin, after all. I don't want this to affect her future. Like Christopher said, if she has talent, don't hold it against her. Only by separating public from private can you convince people. What do you think?" Emma whispered, looking at Liam.
To be honest, the last time Isabella came home, she didn't hate her cousin as much.
Even though she had done so many things to wrong her, Emma didn't hate her as much when she thought about how Isabella had lowered herself for Noah Taylor.
Because of love, so many things could be forgiven.
It was clear that Isabella really did love Noah.
Emma sighed softly. How could she destroy Isabella's bright future because of this?
So this time, she just said what she thought. As for what decision Liam would ultimately make... well, she really couldn't control his thoughts.
"Emma, do you really not hate them? To be honest, I did all of this for you." Liam was also surprised. He frowned slightly, full of doubt.
What was Emma thinking, after all?
If it were an ordinary person, they would certainly seize the opportunity to take revenge.
But Emma could say these words so calmly.
Did she no longer hate Isabella?
Liam's eyes narrowed. This was a good thing.
What did it mean?
Emma had completely let go of the past, so when faced with this, she could be so calm.
No hate... no love anymore.
Thinking of this, the corners of Liam's mouth lifted, revealing a handsome smile. "Alright, since you've said so, Christopher, keep Isabella on. It saves me three million anyway."
"I understand, sir. I'll take my leave now. You should rest early." Christopher nodded politely to him, took a final look at Emma, pushed open the study door, and strode out.
Emma had just said it casually. She hadn't expected Liam to be so happy about it.
It was his decision to fire or keep her, but what about Isabella?
How long would it take for her to get a chance?
In her mind, Isabella's heartbroken face flashed, thinking of Noah Taylor.
Last time she heard he was injured and hospitalized, and she had been in a negative mood. She had promised Isabella she would go see Noah.
"What are you thinking about? So absorbed?" Liam's voice broke the silence in the room, bringing Emma back to herself.
"Ah... nothing, nothing. You should eat something. Charlotte says it's very sweet..." Emma said, raising her hand to push the fruit tray on the table toward Liam.
Then she reached for a fork and handed it to him.
When he saw this action, he hesitated, thinking of the way Emma had eaten a lollipop in the car just now.
A ripple stirred in his heart.
It was hard to restrain his impulse. Seeing her lovely face and slender fingers, Liam suddenly felt his mind go blank.
He had to admit that the woman in front of him was truly fresh and beautiful. Every detail might stir up the desire and fire in his heart at any moment.
Feeling a surge of heat, Liam's sharp eyes wanted to look her up and down.
Emma felt a chill run down her spine and said disdainfully, "What are you looking at? I'm worried your saliva might drip out..."
"You're my wife. Can't I look at you?" Liam said with a mischievous smile. "Don't say look, if I want to do something, it's all natural, don't you think? Darling..."
Emma rolled her eyes at him. "Liam Williams, you really can forget a lot. Our marriage now is just nominal. Don't get any ideas."
She reminded him again, then turned and walked out.
In the city, morning arrived with warm sunlight and a strong sense of autumn.
Emma Johnson walked lazily down the street, but she didn't know why. Ever since Joshua Harris found out she was Mrs. Liam Williams, her workload had become less and less. She used to be so busy she was dizzy. Now she didn't know what to do.
So, it was better to just slip out of the company with her bag and go for a walk than to sit in the office in a daze, right?
Thinking like this, her mood became sunny.
Emma casually walked into a coffee shop and ordered a cappuccino, intending to pass the time.
Being alone was really boring. Should she find someone to keep her company?