Unlike Zoe Yale,
Charles White had an apron tied around his waist and was diligently wiping a nearby water bottle with a rag...
Upon seeing the person who entered, he immediately bowed respectfully, "Good afternoon, Mr. CEO."
"Good afternoon, Mr. CEO!"
Zoe Yale seemed to snap back to reality in a second, hastily put down her milk tea, bounced out of her chair, and rushed to Harrison Yale, where she bowed at a ninety-degree angle with respectful greeting.
Then, at an angle invisible to others, she desperately blinked at Harrison Yale.
As if to hint to Harrison Yale to tell her to stand up, since bending was tiring...
Little fox...
Harrison Yale silently cursed in his stomach, deliberately ignoring her hint and looking directly towards Charles White.
"Are you the new newcomer in the Investment Department?" Harrison Yale's thin lips parted slightly.
His gaze seriously took in the young man before him who remained unperturbed by honor or disgrace.
