Ethan left the office without waiting for Jennie to react while Peter trailed behind him.
In the office, Jennie's hands were tightly fisted and in a blink of an eyelash, she'd already destroyed the furnitures in her reach.
"Damn you Ethan! I should have known that this wasn't going to work." She said to herself. "I should have known that this wouldn't work. He's Ethan Anderson. Of course, he has several other people out there who are dying to partner with him and they are of good potential."
Opening her drawer, she picked up the document she intended giving to him. Glaring at the document, she smiled at it. "I bet it would be easier if his wife talked to him. Erika Anderson, you are my last trump card right now." She continued, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"What's it?" He snapped at the person.
"S-sir, I hope there wasn't any problem when Ethan Anderson came in here," said the feminine voice of the secretary.
