Jasmine Yale listened to her voice, which was like a nightingale, and gently closed her eyes.
Her heart felt not much.
The car hadn't arrived yet, and Jasmine Yale said calmly, "The promotion to Assistant Manager of the Public Relations Department requires the President's personal approval, right?"
"Of course, the President will definitely approve it. My position as Assistant Manager is secured." The woman said smugly, "Tonight, you didn't see how nice the President was to me, always shielding me from drinking, even when his stomach was uncomfortable. If you hadn't come over tonight, the President and I... never mind, there's no point in telling you."
"Shielding a woman from drinks is just his gentlemanly demeanor."
