"Me?" Una pointed at herself in disbelief, "President Saint, you must be mistaken?"
She was a goddess, how many men wanted to climb into her bed and willingly be at her mercy, yet this man dared to say that her proud looks and figure were not good?
Evan Saint glanced at her coldly: "Even looking this ugly, you still dare to show yourself in public, your courage is bigger than your face."
Una was so angry that her nose was almost crooked, but she had to endure it, acting coyly: "President Saint, you're so good at joking..."
"I never joke."
"President Saint, you are so humorous..." Una pretended to lean over weakly.
Evan Saint stood steady as a mountain, stepping back just as she was about to lean on him.
Una, unprepared, fell heavily to the ground, her face turning pale with pain.
Looking down at her from above, Evan Saint showed no disguise of his disgust: "Miss Vance lacking calcium?"
"President Saint..." Una lifted her head tearfully, unwilling to give up.
