Everyone was dumbfounded. The president specifically named Sofia Hamilton?
Emily Morgan's enthusiasm was instantly doused with cold water, and she angrily looked towards Sofia.
In that instant, Sofia felt as if millions of eyes filled with hatred were shooting towards her.
Under the envious and resentful gazes of everyone, she carried the coffee into his office.
At this time, Ryan Gregory was sitting in his chair, back to the desk and her, eyes closed as if in repose.
That posture, languid and casual, yet without losing his inherent noble and elegant demeanor.
Sofia finally understood that a good-looking person, no matter what they do or how casual they appear, always has aesthetic appeal.
Whereas if someone with an unappealing appearance sat there, it would be unbearable to look at.
Like, for instance, Manager Emily who had just left.
With dissatisfaction in her heart, Sofia placed the coffee on his desk. "Your coffee."
