Isabella Harrison noticed that Michael Lees was following behind her, and she felt a slight sense of relief.
But what's going on with Director Princeton today?
Why is he suddenly saying so much?
Feels like he knows me better than anyone!
Am I really that familiar with him?
The men today have all gone crazy!
She walked faster, but it was still easy for the man behind her to catch up.
"Isabella Harrison!"
"What do you want?" Isabella said indifferently, without stopping.
"You certainly have a lot of admirers around you."
Isabella tried to keep Michael's words going in one ear and out the other, adhering to the principle of not taking them to heart, and chuckled softly.
"I've always been in high demand, you know that, whether I'm willing or not. It's just you being blind..."
Michael: "..." Is this woman crazy?
Nicholas Princeton got up and closed the door, dialing a phone number.
