"Thank you, President Davis, for your kind words," Sienna Johnson expressed gratitude.
"No need to be polite, I'm good friends with Adrian, and you're Adrian's wife, so of course, I support you." Justin Harris noticed Elsa White approaching and said, "Oh no, I have to go, bye-bye..."
Justin Harris was short and chubby. As he hurried away, waddling, Adrian Desmond had given him the nickname "Fat Penguin," which really suited him.
"Since when did you become so familiar with President Davis?"
"I'm not familiar with him."
"I clearly saw you two chatting quite a bit just now."
Elsa White came over and stood in front of Adrian, yet Adrian ignored her completely, talking only to Sienna Johnson, as if Elsa White didn't exist.
"Adrian, I have something to say to you," Elsa White said, holding back her frustration.
Adrian lifted his head, looking at the woman in front of him. Her skin was tan, her figure voluptuous and athletic, the type admired by Westerners, but not Adrian's type.
