At the elevator entrance, Sunny spotted the newcomer instantly. She hurried over, "Finally, you're here, my dear brat."
"I'm not late, right?" Olivia Lewis paired a deep red sweater with a DOIR starry dress, along with a pair of currently trendy Dadehfle Wdedee soft lambskin gray high heels, looking stunning like a fairy.
Sunny's eyes brightened, feeling much better, "No, you're just in time. Let's head over."
"Okay." Olivia followed beside her, "Has the executive president arrived yet?"
Sunny shook her head, talking as she walked, "No, maybe they're still on their way. Nicole Oliver and the others are inside waiting, anyway the secretary mentions the new president is supposed to arrive today. Surely they can't ditch us again after standing us up yesterday."
"Haha, could be. After all, you never can predict a rich person's actions. If they ditch you, they ditch you, who's really gonna dare complain?" Olivia shrugged, indifferent.
