Elvis had never seen any woman dodging from him so desperately, as if he was a monster. Finding that Rosalind had blacklisted his number, Elvis threw his phone on the desk with a solemn face.
The assistant standing next to him was so frightened that he tried his best to hold his breath, having every intention of running out of the door.
"There's a girl named Sylvia Benson in the marketing department. I'd like to see her within three minutes."
Three minutes?
The assistant had cold sweat all over, thinking desperately that he needed at least three minutes to run to the marketing department.
Noticing that the assistant didn't move, Elvis looked at him impatiently.
So the next second, the assistant leaped out like a rabbit.
Sylvia had just gotten off work. Right now, she was lining up i
