Chapter 815

"Mr. Stafford, this way, please!" Elijah said again, leading the way. Zane turned around, and when he looked at Elijah again, his gaze was filled with disdain. "What's your name?" "Elijah Lennon. Just call me Elijah, Mr. Stafford," Elijah replied, forcing a faint smile. "Elijah?" Zane sneered. "So, you're Mr. Lawson's secretary? What kind of man takes a job like that? That's just..." He shook his head, clicking his tongue. Elijah didn't respond. He thought of Jenny, that beautiful, confident woman, and compared her to Zane. He couldn't help thinking Jenny might need to rethink her taste in men. When they arrived at the café, Zane ordered coffee and pastries without hesitation, acting like Elijah's boss. "Mr. Stafford, may I ask what kind of work you did before?" Elijah asked, trying to remain professional. Zane frowned, clearly impatient. "Why do you care what I used to do? Mr. Lawson told you to find me a job, so I'll take whatever I want." Elijah was at a loss for words. "Mr.