"And how often do you hire coattails, Roger? Asked Winterbourne with a mocking smirk, Angela staggered as if slapped.
"Mr Winterbourne, I don't want to offend you, but ..." - The general barked, boiling with anger, But meeting the cold gaze of the blond guy immediately bit his tongue.
"What did I say wrong? This lady herself said that her work is mediocre, while Mr Roger hires only talented people, we can draw the appropriate conclusions, and here is no doubt." Winterbourne said matter-of-factly.
Angela was utterly taken aback, not finding a word, Neither his face nor the voice of Winterbourne showed any hostility towards her, his expression was deadpan whatsoever, But with every word he tried to bite her, What's happening?
Recovered a little, Angela threw a reassuring glance at her father and set in a vacant chair, putting on the most charming smile, as she will see him another time.
