When she saw Mr. Foster, she wore a smile on her face, but when she saw Jessie who followed behind, her face immediately darkened.
It turned out that Mr. Foster was meeting with Jessie. What did they say? He was late for the sake of Jessie, and her impression of Mr. Foster had dropped sharply.
"Mr. Foster." She greeted him indifferently, "It seems that I'm disturbing you."
"Miss Ashley, I'm sorry. I'm late. There was something urgent just now. I'm really sorry."
It sounded like a good apology if Jessie didn't say something.
"Miss Ashley, how can you be so mean? Or do you have a prejudice against me because Mr. Foster just talked to me? It shouldn't be. If that's the case, we should be careful when we cooperate with you. After all, we don't know when you will bear grudges."
If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Ashley really wanted to slap on her face. This bitch had the nerve to return home. Where was Boban?