But his gaze was indeed fixed on William Frans...
Could it be he was studying the new department head, seeking to curry favor?
Just as Zoe Yale was getting curious, Charles White seemed to notice her gaze and turned his head to look at her.
Their eyes met. Just as Zoe Yale was about to look away, remembering that he had just snatched her drink, she suddenly glared at him with wide-open eyes!
Scoundrel!
Cunning scoundrel!
She made a mental note of this grievance!
Luckily she was clever, otherwise, if she had downed a cup of white wine just now, she would surely be starting to go crazy from the alcohol.
"Zoe Yale, here's a toast to you, welcome to the Investment Department." Zoe Yale hadn't even relaxed when she saw a colleague opposite her holding a drink, toasting her.