Elisa stepped out. She had bed hair after her sleep and was dressed in a light yellow t-shirt.
Elisa stepped out. She had bed hair after her sleep and was dressed in a light yellow t-shirt.
Carle’s gaze was transfixed on the woman.
“What.”
Rachel: … That girl needs to brush her teeth.
Sheena: … Sleeping on the coach was rough.
Elisa nodded, “Well since you’re here, come and sit.”
The lady went ahead towards the sofa.
Sheena got up and Elisa sat beside her. There was no room for Carle.
Carle didn’t mind and sat on the parallel sofa.
“How are you feeling now?”
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It has become Carle’s catchphrase at this point.
Elisa nodded, “Manageable.”
He mirrored her and nodded. His dark brown eyes reflected a tender look on Elisa.
Sheena was torn. She envied her best friend, yet felt pity for Carle. Everyone in the house was aware
of the situation, except for Carle.
He must be kept in the dark about this. For his sake, I can’t let him know…
Emotions are high. Sheena’s feelings for Carle was getting complicated.
Sheena kept all this at heart.
…
Wickam’s Group.
A stern man was processing documents in the office.
Gareth had the same strict look, amply dissatisfied with the documents on hand.
A chubby middle-aged man wearing a black suit stood across him. He wiped the perspiration from his
forehead as he adjusted his spectacles.
Gareth is currently examining a paper that corresponds closely to the plan he requested.
He spent a month studying this strategy, and while he is happy with the plan he came up with, his
president is growing increasingly unhappy as he watches.
He wanted to ask Gareth what was wrong, but he lacked the courage to do so. Instead, he was forced
to stand tersely in front of the desk with his head lowered.
After another three minutes, Gareth slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.
“Half a month and this is the plan you came up with?” Gareth was completely dissatisfied.
The man trembled and shook his head in a panic.
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“Mr. Wickam, everyone worked overtime to come up with this plan… What is wrong? Please give me
some pointers, I…”
The man was agitated, and his speech was a little jumbled. It felt like the air conditioning was
significantly cooler from where he stood.
The atmosphere was frigid.
The pot-bellied man’s silence didn’t improve his predicament.
“I will give you three days. If you can’t do something that satisfies me, don’t bother coming back.”
Gareth barked, “Get out.”
Gareth threw the document at the man, and he caught it with both hands.
With the threat of being fired, he nodded in fright.
“Please give me another chance, sir. I’ll let them try it again.”
Without saying anything, Gareth gave him a stern look that clearly told him to go out.
The man backed away in a panic and didn’t dare to stop to consider. He noticed Thomas standing at
the door with a serious expression and outstretched hand, clearly preparing to knock on the door.