"This way, please." The receptionist's attitude was very respectful.
Nina Grant walked towards the elevator with her head held high.
Sparkle Gold followed closely behind.
The receptionist quickly stopped her, "Sorry, miss, you can't go up."
"I just made an appointment." Sparkle Gold took out her phone and showed her the message.
"Sorry, miss, you still can't go up."
Nina turned her head, looking at the tall and striking Sparkle Gold, a hint of contempt flickering in her eyes, "No insight. Do you think President Saint is someone anyone can meet if they want to?"
"I don't know about others, but if I want to meet him, I can." Sensing her hostility, Sparkle Gold retorted sharply.
Could this woman possibly like Evan Saint?
"Who do you think you are?" Nina crossed her arms, looking at her dismissively with a light hum.
Equally arrogant, Sparkle Gold looked at her, "Who I am, what does it have to do with you?"
