"I’m sorry, Eleanor, I’ll be more careful next ti."
"What good is being careful now, the mistake has already been made. I’m telling you, if the hotel deducts our commission, I’ll deduct it from you!"
Becca didn’t respond.
Just then, a rich, steady voice ca through, "It’s just a small mistake, no need to go as far as deducting commission. The young lady has cut her hand, it’s more important to let her get it bandaged first."
Seeing who it was, Eleanor imdiately nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, Mr. Jones, it was my mishandling... Go do your work!"
"Yes."
Rebecca Quentin quickly walked away, and after taking a few steps, she instinctively turned back to look at the person who had just helped her.
The silver-gray suit and the handso figure, which easily left a deep impression, told her that this "Mr. Jones" was the last guest she had escorted.
"Mr. Jones, the restroom is this way, please follow ."
Seeing her colleague leading him, Rebecca realized that he had just happened to be going to the restroom and ca across her being scolded.
Looks like there are still many kind-hearted people in this world. However, she should thank him, otherwise her commission would definitely be gone.
Sotis one really needs to be composed. Otherwise, soone like her who always performs well would not make such an error tonight, nor think of a certain soone while picking up glass shards, disrupting her state of mind and getting injured by the glass.
When Rebecca returned to the banquet hall after having her wound bandaged by a hotel attendant, she inadvertently saw the man referred to as "Mr. Jones" now clinking glasses with Howard Geoffrey.
Thinking that anyone who could socialize with Howard Geoffrey must be soone extraordinary, Rebecca pulled a colleague aside and asked in a low voice, "Um, the person clinking glasses with Mr. Geoffrey right now, who is he?"
Seeing Rebecca’s keen interest, the colleague teased, "So you like the mature, stable uncle type, huh? He is Skyler Jones, the president of ’Oversky’ Group. He’s quite good-looking too, and seems very attractive!"
"Oh."
She’s heard about ’Oversky’ Group; it’s recently been all over the news and newspapers in T City. She didn’t expect the person in charge to be so refined.
While Rebecca was deep in her thoughts, Eleanor suddenly appeared and grudgingly said, "Rebecca Quentin, you’re injured and can’t do other tasks, so just leave for now. We’ll give you your commission next ti."
"Alright, thank you, Eleanor."
After leaving the hotel, Rebecca initially planned to leave, but suddenly thought of "Mr. Jones" from earlier.
Although he rely intervened out of goodwill, she still wanted to thank him in person.
Guessing soone like Skyler Jones wouldn’t wait until the banquet ended to leave, Rebecca went to the hotel parking lot, patiently waiting for Skyler Jones to co out.
The reason she waited here was that she knew the protocol of such high-end hotels was to reserve the most convenient parking spots at the front for the most important guests, and with Skyler Jones’ status, his car must surely be parked here.
Whether it was fate or not, when Rebecca was standing on twelve-inch heels, legs turning weak from waiting, the one she finally saw wasn’t Skyler Jones but Howard Geoffrey, who was discussing business with his secretary.
Seeing Howard Geoffrey walking towards her, she initially wanted to leave unnoticed, but as she was about to go, Howard Geoffrey’s gaze suddenly locked onto her.
This is truly awkward...
Escaping in front of him now would just look too flustered, yet staying put here seed awkward too, especially since he had now spotted her.
Just as Rebecca was praying that Geoffrey’s car wasn’t parked near her, she was shocked to hear the sound of a car door opening behind her. She instinctively looked back and noticed that Geoffrey’s car was indeed parked behind her, with Roye opening the door welcoming him respectfully.
Oh my god...
There’s nothing she can do to clear her na now; they must think she was waiting for him...
How could she be so blind, not even noticing his car before, now this is really embarrassing.
As Howard Geoffrey walked step by step toward the car, he glanced at Rebecca several tis, leaving her even more at a loss.
When they were only three ters apart, Howard Geoffrey stopped, his deep black eyes staring at her.
It was just a simple, inexpensive dress, yet it made her look beautiful...
This seed to be the first ti since their reunion that she appeared so elegant and dignified in front of him, her movents reminiscent of four years ago.
The wind in the parking lot gently swept by, unintentionally lifting the hem of her dress, adding to her charm.
Rebecca nervously fidgeted with her fingers, wondering what to do now, but she didn’t want him to misunderstand.
Just as it seed the whole world had stopped, Rebecca suddenly saw Skyler Jones erging from the hotel.
At this mont, Howard Geoffrey moved toward Rebecca, and Rebecca also moved toward Howard, but just when everyone thought Rebecca was about to speak to Howard, she suddenly walked past him, smiling and greeting Skyler Jones, who was walking behind him, "Hello, Mr. Jones."
Skyler Jones seed not to recognize Rebecca, but nodded politely in acknowledgnt.
Rebecca quickly explained, "Uh, my na is Rebecca Quentin. I was the one being scolded in the kitchen earlier. Thank you so much for helping out then."
The feeling of chaos was probably what described Mr. Geoffrey’s current feelings!
However, the scene wasn’t as awkward as one might imagine. As Rebecca spoke to Skyler Jones, Howard Geoffrey didn’t slow his pace, entering the vehicle directly.
Roye quickly closed the car door and started the engine.
Through the rearview mirror, Roye sneakily observed his boss.
Although Howard Geoffrey’s expression appeared unchanged, Roye remained on edge, as a chill emanating from him enveloped the entire car.
Simultaneously, Skyler Jones walked toward his own car, elegantly saying, "It’s such a small matter; there’s no need to thank ."
Catching the car in his peripheral vision as it completely drove away, Rebecca let out a breath of relief, her smile fading gently, she slowly remarked, "I do need to, because I’ve t too few good people."
Skyler Jones was just about to get into his car but seed to catch the lancholy in Rebecca’s words, smiling slightly, "A young girl like you speaking as if you’ve been through a lot."
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