"Are you also this considerate with other women?"
Daniel looked alarmed. "Wh... What do you mean?"
Maisie pouted. "That female journalist… She didn't seem too friendly..."
Daniel was taken aback. Which female journalist was she talking about? There were several this morning, and he had been fully focused on Maisie. He had no time to pay attention to other women's expressions.
However, since his lady had spoken up, he had to clarify it. He couldn't bear an unjust accusation.
He forced a smile. "Maisie, there were so many people this morning, and I honestly didn't notice. I'm not sure which one you mean."
Maisie glanced at him. This mature man always carried an aura of composure and authority, but seeing him so flustered was rather amusing.
Amanda had dampened her mood, but the vexation vanished upon seeing Daniel's response.
"It's Amanda," she said bluntly. "The one who left last."
"Oh..."
"Be honest now. Does she like you?"
"Huh?" Daniel was already starting to sweat on his forehead.
"Let me tell you, a woman's sixth sense is quite accurate! If she didn't like you, she wouldn't have given me that hostile look!"
Maisie pursed her lip and turned away from him.
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