Cian Channing suppressed the tremor in his heart and said with a smile, "I'm Cian Channing, I want to see your boss."
Nolan Ford curled up his mouth into a cold smile, but his voice remained gentle, "I'm sorry, the boss isn't here. Miss Channing, if you have any issues, you can tell me directly."
"Where did he go?" Cian Channing asked casually.
Nolan Ford's voice instantly turned cold, "The boss's whereabouts are not for Miss Channing to inquire."
Cian Channing bit her lip, and after a long pause, she answered in a hoarse voice, "Nolan, I don't mean anything by it, I just want to see your boss to ask about some work matters."
With a smirk, Nolan Ford laughed indifferently, "Miss Channing, the boss has instructed that you can come to me with anything in the future."
This statement made Cian Channing's face tense slightly, frozen on the spot.
"What do you mean," she clutched her palm desperately telling herself that the implication of these words wasn't what she thought.
