They both finally reached the tent. Yngrid was there together with the other department representatives. They were all clamoring and laughing until they noticed the presence of Cross and Elizabeth.
Elizabeth is not bothered by the talks of her, but for some reason, because Cross is here, it is fearsome to be insulted by everyone in front of him. She cleared her throat, let Cross precede her by entering the tent, and stayed behind him. And of course, it has become a natural obligation for the employees to greet him.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Montegro,” they greeted enthusiastically.
Elizabeth’s grip on the hold of the umbrella tightened and she could not avoid lowering her head as a sign of embarrassment. She could see how confident Cross lurched forward to regard the employees in front of th
