Chapter 165: Harlee looked up.


    "Okay, tell me.


    What do you need from me this timewillis smiled and slid a te of cakes to Harlee.


    - I made sure to bring these.


    They are all your favorites.


    Let''s go, try one.


    I waited in the row for them for quite some time! Harlee doubt, examining the cakes.


    He was silent.


    They were from his favorite bakeries.


    He sighed, deciding to give a whim before continuing to speak.


    After everything, he ate or not, today''s task was inevitable.


    He decided to enjoy the food first.


    Harlee slowly savored a piece of cake.


    It was perfectly sweet without being cloying, just as she liked! Willis watched her with an increasingly wide smile.


    She rified her throat and became serious.


    It is not so much.


    This is the system you designed before.


    You could produce some more sets.


    To hear this, Harlee almost choked with his cake.


    Willis seemed ufortable and said: I know it is an important request, butbat nes continue to use the system you designed.


    He is bing obsolete.


    Harlee lifted an eyebrow.


    Uses worldwide, there were barely three systems that exceeded his.


    He directed.


    He had not bothered to update the system he had devised.


    Otherwise, why he would have to lie, he had initially considered to suggest aplete system rece Truth, who am this doing this is for those young pilots.


    You are a brilliant aerospace engineer, but you waste time in other tasks.


    If you did not press you, you would put or half of the effort in this, said Willis.harlee gave a sip to his cup, his expression became more intense.


    He left the cup on the table, his delicate fingers hitting slightly on her.


    After a moment, he nodded and said: Okay, I ept.


    WILLIS WAS RESTED, ABOUT TO SAY SOMEONE MORE WHEN HARLEE interrupted him, only two units.


    Let your students take care of the rest.


    Treatment made! Willis replied enthusiastically.


    Print, the clock marked 5 p.


    m.


    In the Conference Room of the Green Group, Brxton had been absorbingmercial archives under the guide of Rhys for almost three hours.


    However, Rhys remained impassive, even umting more work for Brixton, staring at the overwhelming data mass, Brxton felt that his head could explode.