Putting away her phone, Titus Zane stood up and walked towards the door.
She was too naive; she should not have believed a man who hated her to the bone.
Just as she turned around, it seemed someone was calling her from behind.
"Miss Zane, please wait a moment."
Instinctively, Titus Zane stopped, turned around, and saw Ewan Zimmerman approaching quickly with a smile on his face.
Upon reaching Titus Zane, without any pleasantries or greetings, he stretched out his arm directly, "The president has instructed me to come down to fetch you. Please follow me."
"Thank you."
Three years ago, Ewan Zimmerman's hostility towards her baffled Titus Zane. Similarly, his courtesy now also surprised her.
Following Ewan Zimmerman into the president's exclusive elevator, the elevator stopped at the president's office floor, the doors opened, and Ewan Zimmerman again extended his arm politely and said "please", as Titus Zane slightly curved her lips with indifference and stepped out.
