"Yes, President Lawrence." Assistant Terrence discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.
Baron Lawrence thought he hid it well, but in fact, he didn't realize that when someone first came in, he didn't even give them a chance to speak before telling them to get out.
As soon as he heard that the package was sent by Ms. Clark, his attitude immediately changed, and he let them put the item down.
The contrast was so obvious.
Anyone could feel the change in his emotions.
Assistant Terrence signaled to the chef, who wisely placed the food container on the conference table.
Baron Lawrence was already eager to see what Enna Clark sent, but since there were still people around, he had to maintain his composure. He impatiently glanced at the two who had just put down the food container, frowned, and said irritably, "Why are you still standing here? Do you want me to show you out?"
Assistant Terrence quickly responded, "President Lawrence, we'll leave first."
"Go on."
