"Charlotte Green?"
"That's right! Who else would make the boss want to celebrate a birthday?"
"You mean the password is your boss and Charlotte Green's birthdays?" That's so simple!
Wester shook his finger, "No! No! No! The two most important people in the boss's life."
"Abigail Summer and Charlotte Green's birthdays?" Grant Greenwood's temper was about to explode.
He might look patient, but in reality, he's the least patient of all, especially if Wester keeps beating around the bush instead of giving a straight answer.
"Mr. Greenwood, they say a woman loses her wits for three years when she's pregnant, but why has your IQ dropped? Is it because you've been hanging around Mr. Hilton for too long?" Wester was laughing when Grant's fist came swinging at him, but he dodged nimbly, "Hey! Mr. Greenwood, you're so hot-headed, I bet your little bunny doesn't know that. The answer is simple, besides Charlotte, there's him!"
