Outside the Meeting Room.
Evelyn Sherman leaned her petite body against the nearest pillar, looking down at the script in her hand.
After a few seconds, she looked up again towards the door of the meeting room.
It had been more than ten minutes; what could Chester Yale and Anna Rivers have to talk about for so long?
She bit her lips, closed the script, and quietly approached the door of the meeting room, trying to eavesdrop.
She took a few steps forward, then retreated shamefully.
Raising her hand to tap her own forehead.
Evelyn Sherman, have some confidence, he would not like a shallow woman like Anna Rivers, he must just have something to talk about.
Yes, it must be a matter of work they are discussing!
Evelyn Sherman returned to her original position, forcing herself to calm down and opened the script to read again.
Dense lines of text, all turned into Chester Yale's name.
As long as she thought of Anna River's previous arrogance, she could not read a single word.
