"Hmm." She didn't hide it, her tone somewhat weary, "It is indeed a bit much."
"I'm sorry."
A trace of guilt flashed in Julian Fairchild's eyes as he slowly spoke, "I was so scared of losing you back then, I even thought for a while that if you made enough money, you would decisively leave me."
Maeve Lane's hazy consciousness gradually cleared, and she gently placed her hands on the man's waist.
"That's why I had Miles Hughes intercept your resources and partly put your career on ice." Julian Fairchild lowered his gaze, "Thinking back now, it was childish and selfish of me..."
With her cool, gentle hand, she caressed Julian Fairchild's rugged face and looked into his eyes, saying, "Alright, let's not bring up the past."
"At first, I was a little angry, but not too surprised, because I had already guessed it might have been you." Her tone was unhurried, with a slight smile on her lips, "Today I just happened to see someone else's analysis, so I wanted to ask you."
