Damian Sinclair was amused, yet exasperated, by Bella Acker's shameless antics.
"Bella Acker, if you're second in the world at twisting words, no one would dare claim first." As the elevator arrived, Damian released her face and stepped inside first.
Bella Acker stood at the door, cheeks puffed out, glaring at him without moving.
Damian held the elevator door open with his hand, raising an eyebrow, "Don't want my help anymore?"
"Of course, I do!" Bella Acker rushed into the elevator at his words, looking up at him, "Damian, so, does this mean you'll help me?"
"Let's eat first."
"But I've been out too long; Ms. Cheney and Ms. Flynn will really be worried if I don't go back soon."
"They already called. I answered."
"That's good." Bella Acker subconsciously felt relieved, but then quickly reacted, glaring wide-eyed, "Damian Sinclair, why did you answer my phone? What did you tell Ms. Cheney and Ms. Flynn?!" She said, pulling out her phone.
