Seeing Lilian Rose receive the vibrant bouquet of roses, Chris Jung's breathing became slightly urgent, and his calm, watery gaze was completely shattered.
He clenched his fists tightly, his mind filled with a mix of emotions, feeling jealousy, regret, and a sense of defeat for the first time in his life.
"Uh."
Lilian accepted the flowers and the cake, the corners of her lips curling into a cold arc. Without hesitation, she threw them into the trash.
She took out a piece of paper to wipe her fingers, "I've taken the things, now get out."
Malcolm Suyt's face stiffened, the burning sensation on his face as if he had been openly slapped twice.
He wanted to say something else, but seeing Lilian's determination, Chris swept away his feelings of defeat and stepped forward.
His gaze met the other's, "Director, I remember that without permission, unrelated personnel are not allowed to visit the program team."
Caroline Edwin casually swung her leg, "I remember that rule too."
