"What is your business with Mr. Kinston?" the person asked.
"To express my gratitude," Mabel Quinn replied briefly, after all, it was hard to explain in detail.
"Do you have an appointment?" the person asked again.
Mabel Quinn shook her head.
So the person first looked knowingly, then with disdain, "Mr. Kinston has plenty to deal with every day. If you want to see him, wait until you have an appointment."
Mabel Quinn was stunned, she really hadn't expected to come all this way and not even get to see Kyle Kinston's face. But after thinking about it, it seemed reasonable. As the president, if Kyle was that easy to meet, the threshold here would have long been worn out by many people.
She merely forgot all this because she had always been able to meet Kyle Kinston so easily before.
"Then...could you please pass these items to Mr. Kinston?" Mabel Quinn lifted the bag of goods she had bought at the supermarket yesterday, asking the receptionist.
