Everyone present knew who Thea York was, so they were surprised when she mentioned Estelle Lockwood’s name.
’This Miss York, who’s supposedly in a marriage alliance with Mr. Sloan, knows Mrs. Sloan too?’
After speaking, Thea York pretended to walk past nonchalantly, but she watched Nathaniel Sloan’s expression from the corner of her eye.
When Nathaniel Sloan didn’t respond for a long moment, Thea York felt slighted. She bit her lip. "Nathaniel..."
"Miss York, Mrs. Sloan is busy with her own work," Luke White said, stepping forward with a smile. "It’s a nice suggestion, but not a practical one."
Thea York’s face stiffened, her complexion flashing from pale to red. After a couple of seconds, she reverted to her "understanding buddy" persona, affecting a casual air. "Oh, I get it. You just can’t bear to see Estelle work so hard."
"I’m so envious of Estelle sometimes. With a wonderful husband like you, she has endless money to spend without even working. You pamper her and provide for her everything. It’s not like me, I had it so rough when I was abroad..."
At this, Thea York seemed to recall some sad memory and hastily shook her head.
"Never mind, never mind, what am I even talking about? I’m one of the guys, meant to endure a little hardship. Not like a delicate girl such as Estelle. Everyone has their own lot in life; I can’t just wish for hers."
Luke White’s face twisted as if he’d just swallowed a fly.
’There was something really off about what she’d just said.’
’She called Mrs. Sloan a delicate, spoiled woman, while calling herself a "man," one of his "good buddies."’
’She claimed it was right for her to endure hardship, but between the lines, she was implying Mrs. Sloan couldn’t handle any.’
’Besides, acting like buddies with a married man... no matter how you looked at it, it was just... Luke White couldn’t quite put his finger on it.’
Nathaniel Sloan glanced down at her, his gaze cool. "A man?"
Thea York forced a smile. "Yeah, I’m a tough guy, used to..."
"Miss York, you may have a cognitive disorder regarding your own gender. I will be sure to mention this to Chairman York," Nathaniel Sloan said.
Thea York’s smile faltered. "Nathaniel, what are you talking about? What cognitive disorder? Okay, okay, I wasn’t comparing myself to Estelle. I was just talking..."
"Mia, what kind of green tea is that? It smells so fragrant."
Suddenly, a child’s bright, boyish voice cut Thea York off.
Thea York instinctively frowned, but her expression immediately brightened into a smile when she saw who had arrived.
Nathaniel Sloan strode over, his delight obvious. "Christian, Zachery, Mia, did you come looking for Daddy?"
Zachery, the one who had spoken, nodded. He then returned to his previous topic. "Mia, do you smell that? It’s really fragrant. Must be a high-grade green tea."
It took a moment for the others to catch on. ’High-grade green tea? Where is there any green tea?’
Mia played along, feigning curiosity. "I see a green tea, but why do you call it high-grade?"
Zachery put on a "you just don’t get it" expression and shook his head like a little scholar. "The fragrance is faint, as if it’s there but not there, close but not close. The green tea disguises itself to look normal, but if you get close, you can smell a hint of its true character."
Mia exclaimed, "Wow, Zachery, you’re so smart! I get it now!"
With that, the three little ones shot a subtle glance at Thea York.
"..." At that point, even those who hadn’t wanted to understand, now understood completely.
Accompanying Nathaniel Sloan on his tour was a female director. With her were two department managers, followed by their assistants and secretaries. Over half the people in the group were women.
After hearing what Zachery said, how could they not catch on?
’Thinking back on what Thea York had said earlier... what was all that about?’

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