"I was not actually driven away, it's just that the real master has returned, and there was no accommodation space for me."
Roland said this very easily, and Samara breathed a sigh of relief. "What about the Garza Group?"
"Well, I'm unemployed."
As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over, his peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, he looked straight into her eyes, and pulled his tie. "You will provide me with a job, right?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt.
As the shirt became loose and the neckline falling apart at once, it revealed led his body.
Samara blinked. "What position do you want?"
She couldn't believe that he was unemployed like he said.
She believed he said that obviously as a joke, Samara just followed his words, she was not one who couldn't afford jokes.