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“Alright, I’ll go home after work. You should leave now,” Queenie replied. She felt as if a heavy burden
had been lifted off her chest. Naturally, she was overjoyed to see that her parents still loved her.
“Remember to come home, Queenie! People will talk if a young woman like you stays at a man’s
house.” Bonnie didn’t forget to take a jab at Queenie before leaving.
Queenie could sense the gazes coming from her colleagues. She was fuming over Bonnie’s actions but
couldn’t do anything about it as the Silversteins’ car had driven off. “Queenie, that’s your sister, huh?!
Are you two really sisters?”
“Yeah, she’s my younger twin sister,” Queenie replied.
They weren’t supposed to chit-chat while at work, so they carried on with their job. Queenie began to
feel reluctant about going home again. She found it rather comfortable to stay at Nigel’s home.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf Nigel didn’t chase her out, she was rather keen on staying longer. She had been forced to swallow all
manner of anger and frustration for the past year ever since Bonnie came home. The once warm and
inviting home now made her depressed instead.
Meanwhile, Nigel was in one of the hotel’s meeting rooms going through his daily task of listening to
reports from various subordinates. The hotel’s business had soared in the first half of the year, and the
manager, who was giving the presentation, was reporting ever so enthusiastically.
However, it was clear that the manager’s young superior, who was sitting at the head of the table,
wasn’t paying any attention to the presentation. Hm? What’s going on with Mr. Manson?
“Mr. Manson, what do you think about our suggestion?” the bravest soul among the employees asked.
“Mr. Manson?”
Nigel finally snapped back to reality, but his usually sharp eyes looked a little blank right now. He
narrowed his eyes and asked, “What was the suggestion? Say it again.”
The managers were bewildered. True enough, Nigel had been distracted earlier. After listening to the
presentation again, Nigel nodded. “Sure. Go ahead with the proposal. Meeting adjourned.”
He got up and left the meeting room. Just then, his phone started ringing. He checked and saw that it
was a call from one of his closest friends, Julian Gilmore. He answered the call with a lazy drawl, “Hey,
Mr. Celebrity.”
“Are you free today? Let’s grab a drink together. I’m almost at the hotel.” A silvery, sophisticated voice
rang out through the phone’s speakers. It was a voice that could captivate its listeners.
“Sure, come over. I’ll wait for you in the lobby.” Nigel ended the call after agreeing to meet up with
Julian. At first, he considered taking his friend up to the cafe on the top floor, but he soon changed his
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmind and decided to meet him at the cafe by the lobby instead.
Back at the lobby, Queenie was still standing by the main entrance to greet the incoming guests. By
now, her legs were completely stiff, and she finally realized it wasn’t easy to hold down a job.
Right at that moment, she noticed someone coming over from the elevator. She glanced out of the
corner of her eye and saw a tall, handsome man making his way over-it was Nigel.
All the female employees in the lobby immediately became even more passionate about their jobs.
Their eyes lit up, and their movements became much swifter. Those at the reception desk
answered the phone with the sweetest voice they could muster, and even those who were hunching
from exhaustion after standing all day straightened up immediately and became the embodiment of
professionalism.
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