Hayden Sheffield's brow twitched a couple of times. "What the hell were you eating for? Couldn't even protect her?"
"That's not it, President Sheffield, ma'am… absolutely dominated." Zachary Young replied. "I didn't even get a chance to step in."
"Who did she fight with? Guy or girl?"
"A woman, someone named Zoe… something Vance…"
Hayden Sheffield frowned. "Zoe Vance?"
"Yeah, yeah, that's her," Zachary answered. "This Miss Vance said ma'am had plastic surgery and wanted to scratch off her fake face. Isn't she just begging to get her ass kicked, honestly?"
Hayden Sheffield's expression turned deadly serious.
Plastic surgery?
Something suddenly dawned on him, and he stood up right away. "Wait there, I'm coming over now!"
William watched as President Sheffield hurried off, and wondered—where is he running off to this time?
There's still a board meeting to attend!
"President Sheffield…"
"Postpone the meeting!"
"Yes, sir."
