"That's not a big deal." John walked up to her and said coldly, "Miss Dior, last time you brought people to the Florum Hotel to besiege our Young Madam. It's not that President doesn't know that he doesn't have time and he doesn't want to waste on people like you who don't have high status."
Dior seemed to be humiliated, and his eyes widened little by little. "I, I'm not qualified..."
"The Dior Family is no match for the tip of the iceberg of the Aman. No, President has ruined your Dior Family. It's just a matter of a few words for him." John stood in front of her with her hands clasped behind her back and said, "Some people don't cherish life, but come to die. Do you think President is really a gentle gentleman?"
Dior's eyes were trembling.
