Nina found it rather ironic that Nash brought up something that had not been mentioned before, "I''m your secretary, with all those cars in your garage, what do I need a car for now?" Judging by Nash''s current behavior, it seemed like he was trying to use these things to persuade her to stay.


    "You can''t possibly expect to keep using my car for every outing, or rely on taxis."


    Nash sat in the back seat, and since Nina was driving, his view was fixed forward, unable to see her facial expression. Yet, from her tone, Nash could sense that she was not at all interested in this matter.


    "I use your car for work-rted purposes. If I were to buy a cheap car for personal use, wouldn''t people think poorly of me as your secretary? Would you not feel embarrassed by that?" Nina''s words were delivered with rity.


    Nash pursed his lips slightly. But before he could respond, Nina cut in again: "And if I were to buy a luxury car, given my position, wouldn''t I be ridiculed?"


    She did not own a car, spent most of her time working, and felt perfectlyfortable without one. Moreover, she was leaving soon, making the need for a car even less pressing.


    Instead, Nashforted her, saying, "You live your own life."


    Nina did not respond.


    Nash seemed different from before and they did not speak further.


    At thepany, they each went about their business.


    Cynthia learned quickly, even outperforming Serene. Taylor noticed and expressed concern to Nina, "Nina, you''ve hired two people already. You''ve been by Mr. York''s side for so many years, are you really leaving?"


    Currently, within the CEO''s office, there were Taylor, Mabel, and Cynthia.


    With Paris and Mr. Clement caught in a scandal and thrown into jail, Mabel wasying off targeting Nina now, afraid of getting implicated herself. After all, everyone had witnessed the recent events.


    In the evening, Nash took her to Scarlet Leaf Bistro right on time. Ste personally hosted them, serving exquisite delicacies. Throughout the dinner, she talked endlessly about work matters.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    "Mr. York, Nina, aside from Scarlet Leaf Bistro, we have other projects. Shall we have a good time over dinner?" Ste extended an invitation.


    Nash looked at Nina. "We can give it a try."


    "Nina, this ss is for you," Ste toasted Nina.


    Before Nina could say anything, Nash intervened, "She''s allergic to alcohol, and I''m also cutting back on drinking."


    "In that case, let''s have juice instead of alcohol."


    Although Ste maintained a smile and did not say much outwardly, inwardly she questioned the rtionship between Nash and Nina. Despite Nina being Nash''s secretary for seven years, they were still employer and subordinate. Nash rémembering Nina''s habits like this was unusual.


    Ste had spoken to this extent, so she had to give them face.


    Ste turned to Nash first. "Mr. York, there''s fireworks disy at Scarlet Leaf Bistro tonight. Shall we go there first? It seems like Mr. Harris is alsoing this time."


    Mr. Harris was a well-known real


    estate tycoon in the city, holding a piece ofnd designated as a key development project by the


    government. The crucial point was that Mr. Harris had mentioned a project. Once they coborated with him, their reputation both


    domestically and internationally would skyrocket instantly.


    "The fireworks disy there doesn''t allow attendants or assistants."


    Ste noticed Nash''s gaze towards Nina.