"What, she didn't check in?!"
Satellite video call… On the screen, Chen Peter was sweating bullets, not daring to look straight ahead… By rights he was already in his mid‑thirties, so he really shouldn't be afraid of a girl just past twenty.
But the woman on this video call was a witch who would fire the Fog Capital branch's CEO on a whim, so he really couldn't help but tread carefully.
"Miss Ying, strictly speaking, it's just that the lady you mentioned didn't go to the room we arranged. She stayed in Young Master Qiu's suite instead…"
"What! You still let her get to the hotel? Didn't I say the 'traffic jam' happened first!!"
Chen Peter wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. "Ms. Ren… that lady got in the car together with Young Master Qiu. We couldn't block her…"
"Incompetent!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Chen Peter panicked even more inside, thinking his time in this operations manager seat had probably come to an end.
