Lena coldly snorted at his back, "Old fox."
"Miss Yates, as you've heard, the President is currently occupied." After Uncle Thompson left, Lena's words became even colder, her face nearly spelling out 'Scarlett Yates, get lost'.
There was a strange silence in the President's office for a moment.
"I won't take up much of his time." She insisted on seeing Matthew Saxon.
Lena, tall and slender, stood a head above Scarlett Yates, and wearing high heels, she looked down at her for a few seconds before sneering, "Whatever you have to say, Miss Yates, just say it to me. The President won't see you."
Just as she finished speaking, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
A woman came out, her face hidden.
The woman had her hair down, covering half of her face with one hand, her red eyes visible.
Her eyes shimmered as if she'd been crying.
Couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but her figure... just as expected, perfectly suited Matthew Saxon's taste.
