Stella retracted her hand and stood still, clutching the lunch box.
She discreetly and cautiously sized up Walter Rhodes.
His hair was graying at the temples, his eyes sharp.
The years had endowed him with an imposing presence that surpassed even Roman Rhodes's.
Stella quietly lowered her gaze, incredibly thankful she had worn a professional ladies' suit today.
At that moment, Walter Rhodes's stern gaze scrutinized Stella.
In an instant, a flash of understanding crossed his eyes.
Walter Rhodes withdrew his gaze, his tone inexplicably deepening. "Where is your Director Rhodes?"
Stella's eyes flickered.
'Huh?'
'Is he mistaking me for a secretary?'
So, Stella plucked up her courage and replied, "Director Rhodes will be here shortly."
Walter Rhodes paced toward the lounge area. "You may leave."
"Understood."
Stella set down the lunch box, ready to make her escape.
The next second, the concealed door to the private lounge suddenly opened.
