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"Fine, I'll discuss it back at the Official Residence," he said, furrowing his brow and speaking to Chief Secretary Krista Schroeder, "Take care of the following matters for me, no matter the cost."
"I'm not afraid she'll ask for too much, just that she won't ask at all."
Krista Schroeder nodded, about to step out of the car when she suddenly turned around, "Will you come over tonight? I've learned to cook your favorite dish."
The drivers in the front and the bodyguard in the passenger seat pretended not to hear a thing.
Their eyes didn't even flicker.
When a leader speaks, some things are meant to be unheard.
Victor glanced at her, "Work time for business, personal matters in private."
What a guy!
Truly ruthless once the trousers are pulled up.
A man's got to be tough indeed.
Krista Schroeder obediently nodded, stepped out of the car, and after watching it drive off, she entered the hotel.
Nurnisha Kalis was in her room, her brows knitted together.
