Dous turned to look questioningly at Sasha.


    She mouthed at him, "I''ll exin everything when we get back home!"


    Only then did he look away and start asking Zane questions about his projects. Zane was perfectly cooperative, answering his questions one by one.


    Through their question-and-answer session, Dous finally realized that every single project in his hands had issues to them, and they were major ones too. All color seemed to drain from his face in an instant.


    "Is there any hope for them?" he asked tentatively.


    "There is," replied Zane, proceeding to provide him with the solution.N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    As he listened intently to Zane''s words, Dous looked at Zane with increasing approval in his eyes. Zane was young and capable of independent thinking a qualified husband candidate.


    Without regard for Sasha''s previous admonishment, Dous asked slowly, "What do you think of my daughter?"


    Sasha felt like breaking down on the spot. Hadn''t she already made it painfully clear to Dous not to mention anything involving her and Zane?


    Why did he have to bring it up?


    Afraid that Zane would misunderstand, she hurriedly interjected, "Why, I''m definitely a qualified employee in Mr. Huxham''s eyes!"


    In order to prevent disaster, she decided to take the initiative to smooth things over. Forcing a smile on her face, she picked up a ss of fruit juice and said to Zane, "Don''t worry, Mr. Huxham! I''ll definitely work diligently at thepany in the future!" Zane nodded. "Alright."


    Once they finished talking about work-rted matters, they started eating dinner.


    Willow, for her own part, had her own tricks up her sleeves. She wanted everyone to know that her rtionship with Annalise was great, so she spoke at a volume that was neither too quiet nor too loud, "Mommy, I want a muffin."


    I handed her a muffin.


    Willow then speared some beef brisket on her fork and moved it toward my te. "Mommy, I know you love this!"


    I hurriedly lifted my te to ept the beef brisket from her. "Thank you, sweetie."


    Willow smiled widely. "You''re wee."


    Sasha watched the two of us with a smile, while Zane pitched in to try andpete for Willow''s attention.


    "What about me?" he asked.


    Willow hadn''t originally intended to include Zane, but since he had asked of his own ord, she still ended up serving him a bowl of mushroom soup.


    "I tried it just now," she dered. "Their mushroom soup is really fresh. Try it, Daddy."


    Zane then epted the soup from her, feeling satisfied. "Thank you, Willow."


    When everyone had finished eating, Sasha escorted us to the entrance. Once she had seen us off, she returned to her parents'' side.


    ...


    Sasha looked at Dous and asked, "I reminded you so many times earlier not to direct the topic toward Zane and I, so why did you have to keep doing it?"


    Dous replied unhurriedly, "Doesn''t he like you?"


    In response, Sasha threw her hands up in exasperation, "It''s obvious that he has no feelings for me."


    Of course, she didn''t like him either.


    Her mother, Helena Rond, asked, "Then, why is he still willing to help you out?"


    Sasha sat from across them and said, "Do you remember thatdy sitting next to Mr. Huxham?"


    Dous and Helena nodded in unison.


    "Her name is Annalise Jamison, and she''s the woman that Mr. Huxham likes," she exined curtly. "He''s currently racking his brains trying to figure out how to court her. If you end up driving a wedge between them by making her think he has feelings for me..." Sasha paused and snorted before she threatened, "You''ll end up suffering the consequences."


    But Dous still didn''t believe it.


    "Oh, that''s right," she continued. "He also helped me partly because I''ve been really chummy with Annalise recently. It was simply for her sake that he was willing to warn the both of you about the projects."


    Dous and Helena exchanged nces, both looking rather disappointed.


    "Alright then," they said atst.