Indifferent and distant, almost cold.
"Since you know I don't want to see you, you shouldn't appear in front of me." Chad Yakov coldly parted his lips, mercilessly shrugged off Cheryl Thompson's arm, and had the Assistant escort her out.
"Chad, you wouldn't actually suspect me as the Company's traitor and not even give me a chance to explain?" Cheryl's face changed as she watched the Assistant walk up to her.
Thinking about that day's events and Chad Yakov's disdain now, she seemed to have nothing left to lose, suddenly shouting.
"The real traitor is Victoria Gibson, not me!"
"..." Chad Yakov was stunned, then he coldly smirked, looking at Cheryl like she was a clown desperately trying to slander someone else.
"Everything I said is true! I'm not falsely accusing her!" Cheryl faced his gaze, a sharp pain in her heart, hands clenched into fists, disregarding self-preservation.
