"Fire her and make sure she doesn't get hired anywhere else." The lord governor gave his verdict, discarding everyone's reaction.
Lee Yoo Ming tried to measure Mu Yuhaan's worth, roving his eyes, installed with prescribed lenses, on the latter's dour face. Accidentally—their gazes clashed for a split second—and it caused him to lower his head instantly. 'This man is not to be played ducks and drakes with!' He thought, unvoiced.
Flustered, the manager fished out a silk vintage Paolo Gucci handkerchief from his pocket and swiped it across his forhead, wiping the fat beads of sweat with a shaky hand. "As you wish, sir." He bowed in front of Mu Yuhaan, out of instinct, as though an invisible force bent his spine forward.
