Wirata was watering the plants when the tall figure walked to her. He handed a cup of coffee to her with a sullen face.
"Here!"
She put the watering can back to its place and received the coffee to sip. Gazed at the unpleased expression face he sent her.
Stefan lifted the coffee to drink and looked at her face. The two drank and stared at each other. No one turned away as though they want to measure their opponent's strength. Who will be the best?
"Never ever dare to order me in front of my men again."
The harsh voice was the first to speak, indicated that he was still unpleased and did not like the way she told him to make coffee.
Wirata lifted her eyebrow as if to say that...Then why bother to brew it and bring it?
