It's Miss Vanderbilt, no doubt!
But...
Hadn't the sir said she could handle it herself and told him not to worry about her?
What about now?
How is Miss Vanderbilt doing? He has no idea.
"Sir, this..."
For the first time, Vincent was at a loss in front of Joel Russo.
How was he supposed to answer this?
It was his first time dealing with "women" like this since following the sir.
It was truly like a young girl on her wedding sedan chair, a complete novelty!
Joel Russo slightly knitted his brows.
Vincent's posture became even more submissive, filled with anxiety.
"Otherwise... shall I check after the meeting ends?"
Joel Russo glanced at him indifferently again, and Vincent immediately corrected himself:
"I'll check immediately!"
"Mm."
Only then did Joel Russo relax his brows and respond, continuing to read the documents in his hands.
Vincent had never before felt such a smirk tug at his lips; he turned and promptly made for the conference room.
Once burned, twice shy!
