"Can't he be picky? Can't he make his own choices? Should he accept any woman who likes him?" Hank Clegg retorted, glancing at Victoria, "For example, there are more people who like me, should I try them all?"
Victoria looked at Charlotte Wilson with an astonished expression: "Oh no, you have many rivals."
After saying this, she nudged Hank Clegg with her elbow. "Help Charlotte out. Don't let good things fall into the hands of outsiders. After all, she's your secretary, bending over backwards for you, can't you get some benefits for your subordinate?"
Hank Clegg stayed silent.
Victoria and Charlotte, who was sitting across, were anxious.
"If you won't help, can you tell me what Logan Franklin likes? Like the type of woman, looks, personality, quickly say something!" Victoria shook Hank Clegg's arm fiercely.
But she couldn't sway him.
Hank Clegg dropped his hands, looked over at Charlotte's empty plate.
"He doesn't like women who diet and are too thin."
