The clerk was also embarrassed at this time.

Looking at Cynthia, she didn’t know how to introduce Elaine.

Cynthia frowned, and said in a very arrogant tone to the clerk: “Okay, you go out first, I’ll talk to her.”

The clerk immediately left the room as if he was amnesty, and shut the door behind him.

Elaine looked at Cynthia warily, and asked coldly, “Hey, who are you?”

Cynthia said lightly: “You don’t deserve to know who I am.”

Elaine suddenly sipped: “I babble!