"I'm here to deliver a document."
Hilla stood still, holding the folder in her arms tightly as she whispered.
She did not want to go over, nor did she want to enter Bruce's office.
She suddenly felt that the annoying building designs downstairs had become amiable. She really shouldn't do bad things!
Now bad things would happen to her!
Hilla looked around and did not dare to look at Bruce.
Only when he knocked on the desk did she come back to her senses, her gaze landing on Bruce's gloomy and calm handsome face.
"Speak!"
Bruce's voice was not loud, but it was deep and powerful.
Hilla's heart skipped a beat. She said guiltily, "What should I say ... Just now outside, I didn't mean to hurt James. He grabbed my shoulder. And out of instinct I..."
Hilla raised her eyebrows, her little face full of innocence. Bruce frowned, his gaze still on her face.
Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with her explanation.
