In the room, Jeff Kirkland, already dressed, asked Gan Tian, "Where's Liam?"
"I had him go out, no sense of timing at all, knowing I'm in the room but still being a third wheel here."
Jeff Kirkland glanced at her, "Stop messing with him, if he's not around, I'm swamped every day, where do I find the time to take you out to have fun?"
"Got it."
"Hmm, pack all the files on the coffee table into the bag. We're leaving."
"Okay."
As they exited the hotel, Gan Tian was heavily made-up, wearing a knit short skirt, clinging to Jeff Kirkland's arm, strutting past the front desk.
The smug look on her face made Febriana Clemens and the others thoroughly disgusted.
"Look at her, seriously, I'm not just being salty, I sincerely find it nauseating."
"Yeah, her nostrils are practically in the air."
"I also find her quite irritating, but I'm actually a bit envious that she's meeting the Russo Financial Corporation's Executive Director soon!"
"It's infuriating!!!"
