Being the assistant of a young master of a world-class consortium was indeed not an easy task. Munan remembered the terrifying black leather set on the Caucasus. In fact, when she was thrown down by a dog today, she smelled some kind of almond scent.

It was a deadly aura. Her father had taught her a lot of knowledge. Fortunately, she had perfectly avoided the caucasian dog's inadvertent dawdling.

Bitter almond, that's poisonous cyanide.

Mu Nan sighed ...