"..."
"Take it off, I'll wash it for you!" She bowed to him nervously and hurriedly, "Please rest assured, I will definitely wash it clean."
"No need." Damian Thompson gently smiled, picked up the suit next to him and put it on himself.
It's not that he was unwilling, but the cost of cleaning this suit once might be more than her monthly salary.
Damian Thompson hurriedly left.
Grace Harrison's face was full of worry.
"Miss Harrison, let me take you home."
The manager of the coffee shop looked troubled.
This heiress had only been here as an intern for a few days and had already offended dozens of customers. If it weren't for the fact that this shop was owned by her family, he would suspect her of doing it on purpose.
Grace Harrison's face was full of despair.
She didn't want to go on a blind date, and her parents arranged for her to work in their own shop as "punishment." However, she was really unlucky, either bumping into this person or that one.
