Assistant Terrence hurriedly brought in the coffee from outside and saw the scene.
The serene and gentle figure sat peacefully on the sofa, leafing through a finance book in her hands, seemingly undisturbed.
As she sat there, just being near her made one's heart naturally calm down.
Assistant Terrence's anxious heart unconsciously calmed down a lot too, and he couldn't understand why the President sought a substitute outside when the Young Madam had such current looks and temperament.
Not that he was saying anything.
From a purely male perspective, the body of that substitute was indeed a bit more alluring than the Young Madam's.
But the overall temperament fell far short.
It was completely not on the same level.
If it were up to him, he wouldn't abandon the Young Madam to choose that substitute.
"Young Madam, your coffee." Assistant Terrence felt indignant for Enna Clark in his heart, but he dared not show it on his face, respectfully setting down the coffee cup.
