"Excuse me, President Lawrence."

Rosalie tidied up the coffee table. When she got up to throw the garbage, Byron stood at the door and blocked her way.

Hearing her voice, Byron deeply frowned and turned sideways to make way for her.

Looking at the woman’s back, he could not stop glancing at the bunch of flowers that she had temporarily placed on the sofa with anger in his eyes.

"Didn't you say you’ll treat me the same as them?"

Rosalie heard the man's question when she returned after throwi