The receptionist saw that Trissy sat down in the waiting area of the hall. She had to call Vincent on the inner line.
Vincent sighed, as he knew that the two Miss Cheeks were difficult to deal with.
He knocked on the door of Lucas' office and walked in upon getting permission.
"Mr. Thomas, Miss Cheek is waiting for you in the hall. She says she won't leave until she sees you."
"Let her wait in the meeting room on the third floor."
Hearing Vincent's words, Lucas frowned and ordered.
Trissy sat in the hall and waited for a while before Vincent arrived.
Being asked to go to the meeting room on the third floor, Trissy immediately stood up from the sofa.
When she walked past the front desk, she arrogantly rolled her eyes at the receptionist and snorted.
In Trissy's eyes, she was still a rich young lady even if her family had gone broke. There was a difference between her and the ordinary people.