Cindy ran over as if she saw her savior.

“Mr. Ferguson…”

Mitchell did not stop Cindy, so he felt guilty.

Mitchell looked at Eric’s face, who did not seem angry. He even seemed to be in a good mood.

Cindy’s clothes were wrinkled as she pushed her way in. The makeup on her face was also smudged.

At this time, she looked wretched.

Eric glanced at her calmly and condescendingly without any reaction.

“Ms. Yeager, what can I do for you?”

Cindy tried her best to calm herself down.

“There is a