"Get out!" The two cold words carried no emotion whatsoever, and the loathing quickly spread throughout the depths of his eyes, making the air-conditioned office feel even colder, evoking a sense of entering an ice cellar.
The secretary couldn't help but shiver and was just about to ask Zoe Quinn to leave the office, but Zoe spoke first, "Didn't you hear him tell you to leave?"
As she spoke, she gathered her courage, flashed a smile, and walked toward Ethan Grant full of tenderness, "Ethan, I missed you." Seeing Ethan made Zoe's heart race. If Ethan four years ago was a handsome but ill-tempered young master, the Ethan now was mature, composed, and indifferent, exuding charm with every move, drawing Zoe to him time and again.
Ethan turned his head to look at Zoe Quinn, who was smiling at him, his face tightening with disgust while Zoe, narcissistically, didn't notice.
"I told you to get lost!"
