Liu Tianyun pointed at the office door, scolding harshly.
Her face was as cold as frost, her eyes seemingly about to shoot fire.
Sorrel's face was twisted with rage.
As the assistant to the president of Finske Europe, where wasn't he respected? Even when he traveled, finance ministers from various countries accompanied him, eager to please.
And now, he was actually yelled at by a mere "mistress"? Unbelievable!
Sorrel's face was filled with anger, wanting to explode, but he didn't dare.
After all, Liu Tianyun was the "woman the president favored".
Moreover, the president had repeatedly instructed him to complete the cooperation, otherwise, he'd be fired.
Thinking of this, Sorrel suppressed his anger, speaking in a deep voice:
"President Liu, are you sure you want to give up this cooperation opportunity?"
"Do you know how many people are begging to cooperate with us?"
"I said, as long as you let your secretary..."
Before he could finish.
"Get out!"
