There was a massive suitcase in Lewis' office. Lewis knocked on it proudly. "Wanna see?"

"It's our working hours." Larissa remembered the lessons taught to her by her cold superior at all times. "We cannot do anything unrelated to work."

"I get to say whether or not something is related to work." Lewis couldn't care less about the fact that he was eating his own words. He simply put the suitcase down and got down on one knee.

Larissa could not resist the temptation as she went closer to look.

Lewis had brought back a hell of a lot of presents. So much that a whole suitcase got stuffed full with it. Clothes, bags, jewelry, cosmetics—there was everything, and they were all expensive luxury items.

"Is our company … really in a crisis?" Larissa stared at Lewis with suspicion. With the money he had spent … he did not look like he was going through a fucking crisis at all.

"It's cheaper to buy things from there. It's rare for me to go too," Lewis explained. He moved aside so that Laris