Cynthia's true desire was merely to sever her thoughts of that other person as soon as possible.
"You want it low-key, but I, Albert Wilson, must pay attention to my own reputation and image!"
Albert coldly stated before leaving, leaving her in a room filled with a chilling anger.
She curled her lips in self-mockery. Well, here they were again, parting on unfriendly terms.
In the grand BGIG building, the clean and bright first-floor lobby was filled with BGIG employees waiting for the elevator.
After a fragrant scent wafted in, accompanied by the sound of jingling bells, a woman dressed in a colorful long skirt swayed her way over. With alluring chestnut waves cascading down her back and her tall 168 cm figure, her enchanting yet slightly aloof face bore a faint smile at the corners of her lips...
