"It's over, it's over! Ugh, I just couldn't help myself."
"Fate is so cruel! Ugh! Tonight is going to be a nightmare."
Slumped in her chair, Vera Warner clearly had no heart to continue her lesson today.
The thought of tonight made her head ache.
"You all handle things here. I'm leaving."
It was only noon, but Victor Morgan had already rushed off work, leaving a crowd of bewildered people in his wake.
'What's going on? Wasn't it an emergency a moment ago? Is the hacking incident over just like that?'
Watching Victor Morgan's retreating back, Damon Larson could only sigh to himself.
"Sigh, it looks like President Morgan is going to have his hands full tonight."
"Stuffed with their public displays of affection again. *Hiccup!*"
Vera Warner, who was still fretting over the matter, heard a car horn from outside.
'Seriously, does he have to be in such a rush?'
'Is he skipping work?'
'Is all this really necessary? It's not like I did it on purpose.'
