"Dingdong" Martha Evans came to the door of the President's mansion at the middle of the mountain in city B, and rang the doorbell with many stuff including the documents given by Lucy and the takeaway ordered by assistant Carter.

"Ding Dong" as she pressed the second time, the door was still closed. There didn't seem to be any response from the people inside.

Wasn't the President at home? As that thought flashed in her mind, she was a little happy. Although she thought that it was quite nice to get along with the President, as long as somebody stood beside him, the aura around him would make people feel the air was a bit thin.

The thought of not wanting to confront him was surprisingly flooding her subconscious.

After the thought flashed, the door in front of the door opened with a "click", and what appeared in front was ...

There occurred a head of messy smooth brown hair with a sense of beauty. Two or three strands of hair fell on the handsome side of the face. His healthy skin seemed to emit a bright light. The deep dark eyes contained a few more tiredness. The whole person looked a bit lazy and handsome enough to make people hold their breath unconsciously.

Wow, he was so handsome even when he was sick.

Was this her boss? Martha Evans was stunned. She compared the person she had seen last time to the one in front of her. Well, not quite the same, but sure it was him, then she was relieved.

"Mr President, this is what you want." She handed over the bags and documents, waiting for him to take over.

"Come in." and said lazily with a little nasal voice. The handsome man Mr President did not look at the things in her hand before he turned around coolly.

Martha Evans could only follow in.

The interior decoration was simple and generous, but still offered a deep, somewhat depressive feeling.

"Bang" Martha Evans's clothes undoubtedly brought down a vase, which fell to the ground and fell to pieces instantly.

Raymond Holmes turned to her who had not recovered from the panic, and sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

"President, it was an accident."

"I know."

"I'll pay you, how much does this vase cost?"

The man boringly pressed the TV remote control: "It was not expensive, just a few hundred thousand yuan."

"Hundreds, hundreds of thousands?" Martha Evans felt that she must have heard it wrong, and there was something wrong with her ears recently.

"Close your mouth. I don't need you to pay now." The President was really generous. Knowing that she could afford to pay hundreds of thousands of vases, he cut her a loose.

"It's in your paycheck." He added.

Martha Evans's feet went limp and he fell directly to the ground.

With the sadness of having to work in vain for years to come, she packed up the broken vase, and had to serve her president for meal.

"President, this is the meal I packed from the Supreme Restaurant. Have a taste, it's delicious." At this moment, her heart was bleeding. she had to take the remains of the vase back for identification. How was this broken bottle worth hundreds of thousands?

Raymond Holmes glanced at the food on the table with his eyes full of disdain, and threw them directly into the trash basket.

"You usually eat such garbage?"

Martha Evans was furious. He called this garbage? She barely ate such an expensive meal a month!

"President, is that a huge waste of grain?" Her apricot-like eyes unconsciously rounded up as she saw no one to waste.

"Waste? If you like it, you can pick it up and eat it." said in a cold and condescending tone. Raymond Holmes hugged his chest and leaned back against the back of the sofa.

Martha Evans really held such idea. Okay, I would eat if you don't!

She was just about to reach for it when a large hand hit her roughly on the back of her hand and she shrank back in pain.

"President!" Martha Evans stood up with her apricot-like eyes glared even more round, obviously angered.