Ave Carlisle winced from the pain as her shoulder was pinched by him and looked at him with a frown, saying, "Nothing else happened? Ha, Mr. Hancock, are you referring to the thing that men love to do the most, which is not controlling their lower half? Yes, yes, I believe the newspaper is fabricating stories. I believe in Mr. Hancock's innocence. I believe Mr. Hancock is still in control of his lower half. Otherwise, would you have dashed away immediately upon receiving a call from your fiancée last night in a fiery situation? This fully demonstrates that Mr. Hancock is a man who can control his lower half. So, there's no need for you to explain to me that nothing happened between you and your fiancée. Even if something did happen, it has nothing to do with me. Because I have no place to question you, and you have no need to explain to me."
For a moment, Flynn Taylor was choked with rage, "Ave Carlisle, you, you..."
"Let go, I'm going to be late."