Chapter 90 Finding yesterday 4

They have no mother, no father, no protection, and no place to call home.

He wondered, does Vivian hate him? Did he die in her heart like her mother?

Jaime could not stand the thought of being hated by her.

Pushing the chair back, he strode towards her, standing opposite her. Vivian lifted and shot him a cold bullet as he snatched the paper she was unfinished.

"It will be faster if we work together, don't you think? If you want to leave my office soon." Jaime sat down, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and checked dozens of numbers and dollar signs on the paper.

"What are you doing?" Vivian asked in a sociable manner.

"Which column do you enter?" He asked. "B, C, or D? A is not right?"

Vivian's eyes stiffened at him before she leaned forward to snatch the paper from him.

His reflexes are very fast, and he successfully dodges her efforts. "I'm helping you."

"I have never asked for your help." Vivian hissed to reach out to get the paper but he took it