Simon nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, that's it."

Grace's eyes were tender: "I'm serious."

"OK, one or two pieces of cake a day is enough."

Grace stopped eating and looked at Simon and said, "Actually, if others just told me that I hope to change Elite's corporate culture, I can only tell him that it is impossible, because this is the norm in this circle, and everyone is like this. If you forcefully change, let alone those in power, even the girls involved may not be willing. Do you know? When many girls seek modeling agency, they will take the initiative to test whether the company can introduce paid escorts for them. If not, they will not sign a contract. This time, because it is you, I am willing to try it. Moreover, I still can't change anything. I just hope that Elite has the Westeros system as a support and can be more powerful in this circle. Just like in Hollywood, small actors at the bottom become big stars, and they will naturally be less coveted."

Grace spoke, her tone was already filled with some obvious sadness.

Simon reached out and held the woman's little hand that was actively reaching out: "You know, I will protect you, that's it."

Grace smiled again and shook Simon's big hand in reverse: "I know, that's why I'm willing to be your lamp oil."

"The metaphor of lamp oil is actually not very nice, it is not as good as a vase."

"I think it's good."

"Okay, as long as you like."
Chapter completed!