Molly Wellington had no time to think and hurried down from the third floor.
As she reached the staircase on the first floor, she ran into someone she didn't want to see.
"Ah, Secretary Wellington, you finally showed up! We were all worried about you these days..."
A noticeably gloating voice came from the other end of the corridor.
This gloating voice could only belong to Stella Brown, leaving no other choice.
Molly Wellington's face turned cold, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, as she looked at Stella Brown with a gaze like she was looking at an idiot.
From beginning to end, she never cared about Stella Brown, who fancied herself as someone picking a quarrel.
She didn't care in the past, and she doesn't care now, so she was always too lazy to deal with her.
If she had known earlier how foolish and clingy this woman was, she would have had Charles Taylor fire Stella Brown first thing in the morning.
