"You take your time eating, I won't delay your work, I'll go back first."
Having said that, she didn't wait for Chester Yale to speak, picked up her carry-on bag, and ran off.
As her figure disappeared, Chester's eyes immediately darkened, and he glared fiercely at the executive assistant standing at the door.
Neither early nor late, but such bad timing!
"Mr. Chester…"
The executive assistant looked at Chester's gloomy gaze, his scalp numbed, and he stood stiffly at the door, hesitating whether or not to enter.
"If you can't come up with a reason that can convince me to let you go, heh heh…" Chester narrowed his wicked eyes, opened his lips coldly.
He picked up the chopsticks and continued to taste the delicious food.
He never thought that one day he would eat a meal cooked by Evelyn Sherman herself.
Handmade dishes for him...
