"Mr. Simmons, you will surely regret this."
The girl's defiant and piqued voice still seemed to echo in his ears.
The man couldn't help but smirk, "Not exactly a beauty, but certainly a feisty little wildcat."
"Little wildcat?" The much older boss was completely baffled.
But seeing Arnold Simmons in this state, had he decided to play the field again?
This was a rare sight.
Considering Simmons' temperament, the boss cautiously asked: "President Simmons, there's an event tonight, but I'm not sure if you will be gracing us with your presence?"
Everyone in the circle knew that Simmons rarely attended social gatherings. First, he despised the chaos of such events, and second, there was no need for it.
Being a man of his stature, he was past the phase of having to please others. If anything, people should be the ones rushing to curry his favor.
Today, it took him a lot of effort to even get Simmons out.
