Vera felt a lump in her throat.
Why did this tone sound so off to her?!
It was like a husband interrogating his cheating wife?
Ugh, what the hell was she thinking!
Vera shook the nonsense out of her head, raised her chin, and gestured at the dining table, "We haven't eaten yet, President Morgan. You two dropping by all of a sudden isn't really appropriate, is it?"
Translation: You're interrupting our meal. Hurry up and get lost.
Victor Morgan's gaze swept over the table, where there were already four homestyle dishes. They looked colorful, and... actually pretty appetizing.
His face didn't change as he nodded, "Perfect timing. Zola and I haven't eaten either."
"…" Vera gave him a half-smile, "I didn't realize that besides being so capable, President Morgan, your skin is also incredibly thick."
Victor raised his brows, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Vera was momentarily speechless, almost having a heart attack from sheer irritation.
