"Alright, let's not talk about technology, let's talk about you." Chad Yakov slightly parted his thin lips, tossing out a sentence, and reached out to turn Victoria Gibson's body around, making her face him.
"You said you only studied up to middle school, so who taught you computers?"
"..."
Victoria Gibson hadn't expected him to suddenly ask this, her eyes were a bit evasive.
"Is your academic qualification fake?" Chad Yakov took in her expression, coldly parted his lips.
"No! I'm not lying, it's all true, and you saw what happened on the day of the interview, the interviewer didn't even want to give me a chance once they saw my qualifications. With such low qualifications, what would I have to fake?"
Victoria Gibson muttered sullenly.
Her fingers were twisted together, her little head drooping, not knowing how to explain to Chad Yakov.
Could she say that she also didn't know who taught her?
