"Ah, damn it."
Encountering such an awkward matter involving his own boss guaranteed that Fisher would be noted down in the other's mental ledger, making even a scoundrel like Fisher unable to make a move. Moreover, since the other party was well aware of that disgraceful incident of Fisher being hunted down by Elizabeth, vigilance was bound to be at its peak.
For some reason, Emhardt felt immense joy upon seeing Fisher unable to continue deceiving women, a feeling more satisfying than reading several books he hadn't read before.
"Mr. Fisher?"
As expected, Valentina's brow furrowed slightly. She discreetly reached for a silk handkerchief on the table to wipe the corner of her eye, erasing the beautiful vulnerability along with the tears, and reverted to her usual calm demeanor... if one ignored the still slightly red eyes.
