Chapter 93 To Be His Woman

• As usual, she wore a tailored designer suit that hugged her figure in all the right places, exuding confidence and authority.
• “What’s going on here, Ashley?” she asked, her eyes darting between Lilian and the receptionist.
• “Ma’am Lind,” the receptionist, Ashley, said, her tone shifting to one of feigned respect, “this woman barged in here rudely and is demanding to see the president without an appointment. I told her it was not possible, and she started yelling.”