"Don't worry, Mr. Yammir. I'll satisfy Mr. Ryan."
Abigail, usually an icy beauty, now had a slightly blushing face.
The hint of unspoken rules was now explicit. Even Lyla, standing next to Ryan, understood it. She was curious how Abigail, a lesbian, could serve a man.
"Let's proceed with the next steps!"
There were still many procedures and tax issues to handle. Yammir wouldn't deal with these tedious matters, and Ryan wasn't interested either.
"By the way, Mr. Ryan, please bring your ID card for registration. You'll need a copy when applying for the property certificate."
The newly promoted manager was personally handling this, not to compete for performance.
Yammir had already spoken, so the commission was definitely Abigail's. But since Ryan was a big shot even the boss's son was courting, she wanted to ensure no mistakes were made.
Ryan said casually, "Lyla, give her your ID card."
