"..." Zoe Yale was so startled by him that her footsteps came to a halt, and she almost stumbled forward.
In the nick of time, it was Charles White who reached out to grab her.
"Thank you..." Zoe instinctively opened her lips, then after realizing, she abruptly shook off his hand.
It was all his fault, and she actually thanked him—how stupid.
"Just say what you want, I won't be threatened by you!" Zoe shouted, pushed him aside, and walked towards the Group.
"Molly..." Charles softened his tone unconsciously as he looked at her angry face.
Did she really hate him that much?
She wouldn't even give him a chance to explain...
Watching her departing figure, Charles's eyes turned dim.
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Zoe's good mood from returning to work at the Investment Department was all ruined by Charles.
As soon as she entered the Office Room, she angrily sat at her desk, stabbing a scoundrel doll.
She hadn't even settled scores with him, and he dared to threaten her.
