Robert Green pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, and although as a gentleman he shouldn't slap a woman's face, this woman had really no shame left. Since she had abandoned all shame, slapping her face didn't matter anymore, right?
"Miss Clark, you are merely a nanny hired by our lady to take care of the Young Master. Our President doesn't even know your name, so how can you casually claim a connection with our President? If our lady misunderstands and gets angry with President Jones, he will certainly hold you accountable for it."
When Robert Green spoke, he did so with a smile, yet every word he said felt like several slaps across Lynn Clark's face.
The geek standing nearby was completely dumbfounded by what he heard.
In their school, Lynn was known to be smart, beautiful, and talented— the goddess of many geeks.
