But once words are out, they're like water that can't be taken back.
Zoe Yale didn't even have the chance to object before Charles White had whisked her out of the company.
All the way, she wanted to protest that she had legs and could walk on her own. Why did he have to carry her like a rabbit every time...
Even short people have dignity, okay!
As soon as they reached the Scott Group, Zoe Yale quickly hopped off the rear seat of his bicycle and waved at him.
Just as she was about to enter, her collar was again caught by him.
"Isn't your uncle feeling unwell, yet he's still at the company working today? Do you need me to accompany you inside?" Charles White eyed her suspiciously.
"No need!" Zoe Yale's nerves tightened, and she shook her head like a rattle drum.
In Saba City, who didn't know that the imposing "Mr. Scott" was Miss Yale's godfather? If Charles White saw Lucas Scott, wouldn't her cover be blown?
"What I mean is, my uncle doesn't like seeing strangers..."
