"Zoe Yale, you're just a newcomer who hasn't passed her probation period, and you dare to lay a hand on me? Do you even know who I am?" William Frans bellowed furiously.
No sooner had his voice faded, the Elevator arrived.
Zoe Yale didn't even give him a glance; she darted out of the Elevator and ran towards the Office Area of the Investment Department.
She clocked in at the very last minute.
Phew—
Fortunately, she made it just in time.
Before she could even catch her breath, she saw the bulky figure of William Frans approaching, his face clouded with anger, heading in her direction.
Just as she was about to dodge, William Frans had already started scolding her in a lowered tone.
"Zoe Yale, I asked you to guard my cell phone for me yesterday, how could you be so careless? How could you lose my cell phone like this!"
"…" Zoe Yale was taken aback.
When had William Frans asked her to look after his cell phone?
