Jane Quinlan hesitated for a moment: "Why... didn't Director Moore stop me at all?
You're a man, I'm a woman, there's no way I could have won against you."
"At that moment, I really didn't dare to see you as a woman."
Jane Quinlan pouted: "Although I don't remember, I still... should apologize to you."
"Forget it, consider it retribution for taking you out to drink."
Since he said so himself, Jane Quinlan naturally wouldn't say anything more.
After all, it wasn't like she wanted to get drunk on purpose.
If he hadn't taken her out, she wouldn't have encountered this disaster.
But she really was too brave.
The scratches on his face, with what mentality were they inflicted?
It's just like dealing with an enemy.
She fell silent and turned to leave.
Nolan Moore took out his phone and glanced at his own face on the screen.
She really is... a shrew, can't believe she forgot, so infuriating.
At noon when work was over, Nolan Moore took her and left the company together.
