Marcus took a deep sigh as he walked closer to Aila.
"For your short stint as my assistant, I hope you don't do that again."
Marcus was confused about what Aila is referring to. He definitely doesn't want Aila to be mad at her, but he doesn't know what bad thing he did this time.
"I'm sorry, Princess, but what do you mean?"
Aila's hands are placed across her chest. She tapped her finger, thinking how she will point it out to Marcus.
Marcus was waiting for her answer with his thick, sexy brows furrowed. Aila sighed and exclaimed with frustration.
"Flirting! Marcus, I don't want you flirting with my staff."
Marcus chuckled and covered his mouth when he saw Aila's scrunched-up face.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
Aila's good mood turned sour when she saw how women feast over this eye candy in front of her. Marcus moved closer to Aila, bent slightly forward to meet her face up close. He carefully touched her nose and smirked at her.
