Aria shrugged and didn’t mean to answer. Betty wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and mocked, “Oh my god, my stomach hurts with laughter. Ayah, you are talking to the wrong person!”
“What do you mean?” Ayah’s heart sank.
Wrong person?
Could it be…?
Ayah immediately looked at Allan and asked in a sharp voice, “You are not Mr. Dixon?”
“I am Mr. Dixon’s secretary.” Allan smiled.
Ayah clenched her fists and shouted, “You are not Mr. Dixon, but why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
He actually made her so embarrassed in front of Aria and Betty.
Allan spread his hands, “Well, it’s not that I didn’t tell you, but you didn’t give me a chance to speak. I was interrupted by you twice. What can I do?”
“Yes.” Betty echoed, “After you came in, you didn’t ask anything clearly. Now you blame him and don’t reflect on whether you are wrong. For a person like you, who would dare to cooperate with you?”