Sandra Smith glanced at him and took out a scarf from her pocket to bind Charles Glenn's wound. "You manage everything, even my sighs now?"
"Clean it and give it back, limited edition," he replied.
"Sandra's got another boss attached to her life? Antony Brown is gone, and now it's Charles Glenn?"
"How come women from this small village have such good fortune? Charles Glenn is so manly, right? A little puppy acting fierce."
"If you knew his reputation in Frovence, you wouldn't think he's so gentle. He's the same type of person as President Robinson," someone nearby who had been watching the drama unfold said. No one felt sympathy for Antony's situation and instead marveled at Sandra's good fortune.
"It's not fair! Sandra was just born with a slightly worse background, but her abilities are recognized within the industry. Just because Zhang Le has an influential background, he keeps her down. Life is so unfair!"
Indeed, Sandra's life was blessed.