“Mr. Tucker, don’t you know how bad you are? Just how terrible do you have to be for our boss to prefer staying single for life rather than giving you a chance? Do you really think you’re that great? Do you think you’re that good-looking?
“Where is our boss ugly? She’s the kind of woman whose beauty grows on you. You, on the other hand, somehow look worse the longer someone looks at you. Our boss becomes more beautiful the more you look at her. You’re simply not good enough for her!
“Have you seen our company’s distinguished guest? Now that’s a truly handsome man. He has impeccable manners, incredible ability, and an excellent family background. His personal assets exceed ten billion. He’s a genuinely high-quality man. Mr. Tucker isn’t even worthy of carrying his shoes. How dare you compare yourself to him?”
Mr. Tucker: “…”
Clementine’s words left Mr. Tucker red-faced and speechless.
After a moment, he let out two heavy snorts, lifted his chin, and walked into the hotel.
It took Mr. Tucker a while to recover from the humiliation. Furious, he spat toward the hotel entrance and cursed, “So what if you have money? If Winnie weren’t rich, who would even want her?”
