"Nia Mitchell, good luck."
Even though Rose Eastwood was utterly disheveled, she knew Nia Mitchell was done for.
Haha, you dared to flaunt in front of me and even said I'd lose my job? Hmph! You should open your eyes and see clearly. Now, let's see who's *really* going to lose their job.
Nia Mitchell silently rolled her eyes. Still, she felt a flutter of nerves, wondering what the CEO wanted with her. It seemed she was in trouble again...
What Nia Mitchell didn't know was that just as she stepped out of the Secretary Department's Grand Gate, Rose Eastwood's cell phone rang.
"Hello? Team Leader."
The moment Rose Eastwood saw the call was from her team leader, she glared at the Security Guards, took out her phone, and her expression instantly changed. Her voice was no longer as shrill and piercing.
Such submissive behavior was truly startling.
In stark contrast to Rose Eastwood's meek and gentle voice, a rough, masculine roar erupted from the other end of the line.
