Oscar looked at her coldly, completely ignoring her pleading eyes, mocking, "Even if you said something, she wouldn't care."
The secretary's rosy complexion instantly turned pale from the humiliation, "President Oscar, I..."
Oscar's words weren't just directed at the secretary, but also at himself. He glanced at the shaky woman, impatiently pulling a check from his wallet, "Here's 45 thousand, go and buy a bag."
The secretary didn't expect him to remember her coquetry about wanting a Chanel Birkin bag, and she gratefully accepted the check, happily thanking him, "Thank you, President Oscar, I didn't expect you to remember what I said. Honestly, I'm so happy. President Oscar, you're so good to me, how can I ever repay you?"
The last sentence, she said it with tender affection.
Her flirtatious demeanor clearly indicated she didn't want to leave.
