The familiar scent of a man swept over her.
It's Damon Hawke!
Elara Don screamed internally, knowing this wasn't good, and awkwardly stood up straight, away from his embrace.
"Sorry, I..."
"Still so fond of throwing yourself at me?"
The man's deep voice sounded filled with mockery.
"Huh?"
Elara was caught off guard, unable to respond for a moment.
Damon's handsome face was cold and stern, his lightly upturned lips carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Charlotte, you think I'd be interested in a woman like you? What a joke! I advise you to put your energy into work. If you don't produce a satisfactory perfume formula within three weeks, you can get lost!"
Elara: "..."
This man, did he take dynamite for breakfast!
He's implying she has a crush on him and is trying to seduce him?
Does he have a screw loose!
Clearly, yesterday in the office, he was the one deliberately flirting with her.
Why does he show a different face in front of others today?
