"Forget it. I already have a guy for me. Your down-to-earth Brother Smith is more suitable for me. You can just enjoy your luxurious sports car guy by yourself. I don't want to go to work wearing a scarf every day." The last sentence was definitely revengeful.
Enna Clark's face flushed at the teasing, instantly speechless. All she could do was silently criticize Baron Lawrence in her heart and make up her mind not to let him continue tonight!
"Enna."
As they chatted, a flattering voice interrupted them. Tiffany Clifford glanced at the source of the sound and gave Enna Clark a 'may the odds be ever in your favor' look before flashing her own cup into the pantry to get water.
Fatty Fish was very satisfied with Tiffany Clifford's sensibility, smiling and walking over to Enna Clark with a warmth like spring, "Enna, why did you come to work so early today?"
Enna Clark stood up from Tiffany Clifford's seat, holding her purse, and calmly replied, "I usually come at this time."
"..."
