Thinking of this, Claudine reached out and lifted Katya’s chin, her expression very critical, “Look at you, which part of you is worthy of Mr. Thomson? It’s true that the uglier a person is, the less self-aware they are.”
Katya’s eyes were red as she tried to say something.
Claudine directly waved off her chin and took out a wet tissue from her bag and wiped her hands, “Alright, you guys send her back to the cleaning department, don’t let her run around, in case our president and madam argue about, and you guys will be blamed.”
When the two bodyguards heard this, they looked stunned and nodded their heads, “Don’t worry Miss Moore, we know what to do.”
Claudine nodded and got into the elevator and went upstairs.
Katya couldn’t break free from the bodyguard’s grip, and could only watch as the elevator doors closed, and what had been just a clear face gradually became twisted up at this moment.
She just knew that all these rich people looked down on poor people.