On the 88th floor, Enna Clark finally made two cups of steaming hot coffee based on Baron Lawrence's usual preferences at home, and prepared to bring them to the meeting room.
Just as she reached the elevator, the doors opened and a familiar figure entered her sight. Enna blurted out in surprise, "You..." Wasn't this the person who had helped her block the reporters at the kindergarten gate half an hour ago?
"What a coincidence." Edward Jackson didn't expect to run into her here either. Seeing her holding two cups of steaming coffee, he reached out proactively, "Let me help you with one."
"I can manage on my own."
"The coffee is too hot; let me help you." Edward seemed gentle but assertive as he helped her with one cup of coffee, raising an eyebrow and asking, "Is this for the meeting room?"
"Yes." Enna couldn't resist his insistence and didn't want to fight him in public, so she could only nod her head.