Maybe because of the hangover, William Guillen's head was sluggish. "Which Miss Zane?"
"Miss Fluffy Zane is here."
Fluffy Zane…
Fluffy Zane?!
William Guillen's steps halted, his handsome brows instantly knitted tight. Why did she come?
Since the last time they parted on bad terms in the medical office, he hadn't seen Fluffy Zane ever again.
Thinking of how decisively she rejected him, William Guillen couldn't quite name what he was feeling inside heart; displeasure was definitely there.
After all, she'd always been the one chasing him. He took the initiative to show goodwill, only to be mercilessly rejected, and it wounded his male pride.
The servant saw him stop and show no intention of going in, and carefully asked, "Young Master, you're not going in?"
"No. There's still work at the company, I'm going first."
With that, William Guillen turned and got into the car, telling the driver to go to the company.
