"Huh?" The assistant gave Damian Hawthorne a strange look. "President Hawthorne, are we… not investigating Miss Hughes anymore?"
"Put the matter with Serena Hughes aside for now." Damian Hawthorne glanced nonchalantly at his assistant. "Make the call."
The assistant felt bitter inside.
'It's just one phone call. President Hawthorne could make it himself, couldn't he?'
"My eyes are injured. You'll have to handle things like making phone calls for me."
As if he knew what the assistant was thinking, Damian Hawthorne explained flatly.
'But you're not hurt at all…'
Watching Damian Hawthorne's behavior, the assistant felt that his boss had been growing more and more childish recently.
Who would have thought the heir to the Hawthorne Family would do something like this?
The assistant called Cecilia Nathan, and the call connected after a few moments.
"Hello, Assistant Bell." Cecilia's voice was as gentle as ever. "Is something wrong?"
