Alan's expression was cold. "Just don't take it lightly."

"I understand."

Alan lit a cigarette and gazed at the stars. "Mr. Maxwell has been in a bad mood these days. Comfort him more so that he doesn't have another episode."

"Alright."

Before he even finished his cigarette, the last woman was sent out. Alan extinguished his cigarette and exchanged a glance with Wayne. "Is it over already?"

He had someone escort the women away and then entered the room himself. Wayne's collar was wide open, revealing several noticeable lipstick marks. Yet, his face was as stormy as a cloudy sky.

"What kind of trash did you get for me?" he asked.

Not only did he feel nothing, but he was also disgusted.

"Mr. Maxwell, what kind of women do you like? Tell me clearly so that we can find someone suitable for you."

"Someone married and with children!"

Alan was speechless. "Does she also need to know medical techniques?"

"That would be best."

It was almost as if he was about to name Olivia directl