Time passed incredibly fast, and everything went smoothly.
When Francis Davis appeared at Victoria Garcia's company, he was dressed in a black formal suit, with a dark plaid tie, and a gentle smile when he made eye contact with others.
It made people feel that this man was not only handsome but also exceptionally friendly and gentle.
"Victoria!" After saying that, Francis Davis added with a smile, "For work-related matters, I should call you General Garcia."
"Mr. Davis, nice to meet you!"
Victoria Garcia smiled as she cooperated with him, and they shook hands amiably.
To Victoria's surprise, Francis Davis's palm was so cool.
Arnold Johnson's palm would usually have a dry warmth, not hot, but it would never be cool either.
Francis Davis's hand, on the other hand, was strangely cool, but the thought passed quickly, perhaps it was because he had just come in from outside.