He didn't report to President Lawrence and made his own decision, and was caught in the act. Assistant Terrence's forehead was sweating profusely as he wiped the sweat and lowered his head, "Does President Lawrence want to see Ms. Hanson? I'll arrange it right away."
Baron Lawrence glanced at him coldly, his tone displeased, "When did you become so stupid?"
"Ah?" Assistant Terrence raised his head, meeting his icy gaze, and pulled out a towel to continuously wipe the cold sweat that appeared, "I don't understand President Lawrence's intentions. I..."
"I see you don't understand either!" Baron Lawrence's handsome face darkened, his expression stern as he rebuked, "Why let someone in? After this, immediately have security throw them out! Do you, as a Special Assistant, need me to teach you even such trivial matters?"
"..."
Throw, throw out...
