The man's brows furrowed tightly, his tone unfriendly, "You don't need to do these things."As he spoke, he firmly held the woman's small hand and led her into the study. Before Elizabeth Forster could react, she was already sitting on the sofa in the study.Pete Melville pushed the computer over, his slender, long index finger covering the mouse, quickly opening the email and bringing up all the recent pending official business, placing it in front of the woman."Work right after eating? I really want to sleep now," she muttered to herself, her rosy little face filled with reluctance.At this moment, the sound of keyboard tapping was like a beautiful symphony, lingering in the air for a long time.Time slipped by, and under her efficient handling, the files on the computer were rapidly decreasing, soon leaving only a few.Stretching lazily, her starry eyes twinkled, several flashes of intelligence passing through, giving an illusion of wisdom.Casually turning her head, she saw
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