Brenda watched as Catrin left.
Margaret walked to her; her brows furrowed with slight concern. "Madam, Ms. Catrin seems to have mistaken me as the new President of the company."
Although Catrin hadn't voiced it out clearly, her gaze and her concealed words were still very clear. Margaret has understood it just by her mere glance.
Brenda smiled when she heard her. "I know," she said, and Margaret was puzzled.
With furrow of confusion, she looked at the old lady and asked, "You know?"
Brenda glanced at her and nodded again. "I might have aged, but my age hasn't yet affected my eyes. I could still read what you are thinking."
Of course, she had seen through Catrin's accusations as well. But she intentionally didn't explain.
"Madam, I didn't mean that," Margaret was flustered. Actually, she didn't doubt Brenda; she was just curious as of why even knowing it Brenda didn't clarify.
How could Brenda didn't know what she was thinking?
