Charles White, with his thick black-framed glasses, rendered his gaze inscrutable, giving off an aura that was so forbidding one wanted to retreat three feet away.
He clutched William Frans's hand and silently tightened his grip, causing William to cry out immediately.
"What are you doing? Let go of my hand! Disrespecting a superior, I can fire you two right now!"
"..." A dim light flickered in the depths of Charles White's eyes before he relaxed his hold on William's hand.
Before William could erupt in anger, Charles reached into his pocket and took out a cell phone.
"Could it be that the Department Head has misunderstood? Yesterday, as I left the hotel, I found a cell phone. Just now, I learned it's yours, so I hurried over to return it."
Charles opened his lips slowly and deliberately.
Seeing William take the cell phone from his hand and admit it was his, Charles leisurely added another sentence.
