“Mia, are you still mad at me?” Julian asked when the secretary came to bring lunch.
Without meeting the CEO's gaze, the girl placed a tray on the table. "Enjoy your lunch, Sir," she said coldly, before turning toward the door.
Not wanting to lose the secretary, Julian rushed to catch up and grabbed the girl's arm. “How long are you going to be the old Mia? Can't we have a good talk now?"
Still with a gleam in her eyes, the secretary replied, “Sorry, Sir. I don't want to talk about that. Please give me some time.”
"But, my heart is not at ease if you continue like this," Julian sighed while holding the girl's shoulders.
Mia could see the clear furrow of eyebrows in front of her. However, her attitude remained cold.
"Please don't make me more angry, Sir," the girl pleaded threateningly. “If you want peace, please reflect on your mistakes while enjoying lunch.”