Chapter 12. The Quarrel (2)

Barbara avoided Philip's gaze again. “Information about a person's accomplishments,” she answered before returning her gaze.

“Then why did you leave your laptop with me? You think I know you? I don't even know your educational history and background. Do you want me to write freely?"

Barbara's lips pursed. Her eyebrows knitted together. She shouldn't ask for help from his brother's confidants.

“The documents are on my laptop. You just have to look for it."

Philip snorted a laugh. His head suddenly felt itchy. “Here’s the deal. I'll give you the important points. The rest, you can arrange it yourself."

Barbara snorted. Before she could comment, Philip raised his watch and narrowed his eyes.

“In half an hour, Young Master and Young Lady will wake up. If you need monitoring from me, you should immediately turn on the laptop. Tomorrow is a working day. There will be no chance for me to help you like this.”

Barbara grimaced slightly. While grumbli