Eva Nightingale had gone to great lengths to dress up today, wearing a burgundy cocktail dress with thin straps.
The straps were slender and quite sexy, but the neckline wasn't too revealing.
After all, she was his nominal Young Madam, and wearing a strappy dress was always inappropriate, so she also draped a black blazer over her shoulders.
"Ding..."
The elevator chimed, and the doors opened.
Eva Nightingale quickly stepped out of the elevator, hurriedly holding her seductive little dress with one hand.
Because there were too many people in the lobby on the first floor, she had just gone up to the president's office and came back down. Although people didn't say anything on the surface, they were definitely thinking, did the boss and madam have a quarrel?
Or perhaps...
Why did Young Madam come down alone?
To avoid all that gossip and not wanting others to see her in a mess, Eva Nightingale pressed the elevator button for the basement floor directly.
