Titus Zane instinctively looked up across, Tilly Zimmerman had already sat back down, and at this moment, Nathan Moore's arm that was holding the empty cup was already resting on the back of her chair, from the opposite angle, it looked like he was embracing Tilly Zimmerman's shoulder.
His deep red eyes looked towards her, and when their eyes met, there was no disturbance.
Titus Zane withdrew his gaze, dropping it into his own bone container, pushing aside the meat Wesley Foley had added, and said in a cool tone.
"Thank you, Director Foley, for your kindness, but I am very satisfied with my figure."
A straightforward, unapologetic remark, which provoked a dismissive curl of the lip from Secretary Taylor, but Wesley Foley himself chuckled, feeling quite pleased.
Leaning lazily against the back of the chair, one hand resting on the table, he looked at Titus Zane with a tilted posture.
"Carry, do you know why I hired you as my assistant?"
