Chapter 170 Mr. Lambert, Our Supervisor

• What kind of eyes does this girl have? That’s clearly a hundred grand, okay?
• Finnian shot Joanne a strange look, then his gaze slid down and landed on her generous chest. He thought, Joanne is the walking definition of “big chest, no brains.” And not just clueless—she’s ridiculously naïve. Otherwise, why would she let him tease her every day without daring to fight back? Any other girl would’ve slapped him silly by now.
• “Our base pay is only three thousand, but Finnian’s is ten thousand. Man, comparisons really kill,” Yasmine said, full of envy.