Alex's mocking eyes made Yolanda's face freeze, and so she looked at him with a displeased gaze. "Who are you?"
"Yolanda, does your father know that you treat an important guest like this?"
At this time, Anette moved forward. She asked calmly with a playful expression.
She had never been in deep contact with the golden child of the Rumsfeld family before.
As Anette spoke, Yolanda just watched her.
Perhaps since she was too arrogant and wanted to push Viona to Winston so badly, she didn't notice Anette's figure who was only a few steps away from her.
Yolanda knew her. This was a strong woman from the Vander family who had a very important position in the Rumsfeld family.
She stepped forward frantically, her light brown eyes sparkling. "Miss Anette, I ..."
"Next time, be more polite to Viona, okay?"
Yolanda nodded anxiously, lowering her eyelids. But deep in her eyes, she gave off a strong hatred.
