Alla had only met Melissa Howard twice, and each time she was struck by a different aspect of her beauty.
This kind of allure captivated the heart and made it impossible to look away.
At the same time, the nobility that Melissa exuded naturally made others feel inferior.
Alla hung her head low, but the man beside her took her hand, intertwining their fingers, providing her with a sense of security.
Casiano squeezed Alla's hand on his thigh and, with one hand propping up his chin, looked indifferently toward Melissa Howard.
"Explain the situation with Lester clearly, or go back to headquarters and take your punishment."
Seeing that he didn't even bother with pleasantries but went straight to business, Melissa understood—he was worried about his delicate wife misunderstanding...
Internally scoffing at him for being 'lovesick,' Melissa maintained her composure as she stepped forward.
