Zaiden Santos furrowed his brows. "What kind of talk is that?"
"My brother comes from a good background, is highly educated, and is capable and tactful. There are numerous girls chasing after him, and not a few of them have good figures and beautiful faces. I don't think he would be interested in a woman who is twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, so Ann Nolan, stop dreaming." Zaiden's tone still carried a veiled warning.
"So you're aware that your brother is capable and tactful? Zaiden Santos, you're not even comparable to a single finger of your brother!"
Ann admitted, she was infuriated by him.
He always demeaned her as worthless.
Zachary Santos was different from her, completely different.
Zachary praised her abilities, her education, her insights, her ideas, trusted her, appreciated her, and working with him, she could feel the pleasure of cooperation.
Zaiden, on the other hand, was different; she now found even speaking a single word to Zaiden superfluous.
