"What... what did you say? Where did this chicken soup co from, say it again!?"
Millie walked in with a thermal container, and Sasha Hammond, finally reacting, hurriedly grabbed her.
"It was sent by Mrs. Johnson, brought for our Skye Brown, to help her recuperate." Millie thought Sasha was still pining over Mr. Wellington, so she repeated herself in a not-so-pleasant tone.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words left her mouth, Sasha turned her head in disbelief and grabbed Skye’s hand: "Skye, who are you really? It’s incredible you could even manage to impress soone as picky as Mrs. Johnson!"
"It’s a pity those people outside are still waiting to see you defeated by Miss Williams... Skye, you’re completely hidden in plain sight. Impressive, I, Sasha Hammond, am extrely impressed. Luckily you kicked out early, otherwise, I wouldn’t even know how I’d perished."
Skye smiled but didn’t reply.
She just looked up at Millie and said, "I can’t finish all this chicken soup on my own, you’ll have to help. Share it out, and take a portion to Gracie Adams too."
Skye seed to have a very harmonious relationship with her two assistants. Millie didn’t refuse, she straightforwardly poured the chicken soup out.
Imdiately, the aroma of chicken soup filled the entire room.
Skye went over, picked up a bowl, then said to Sasha, who was still sitting there, "What are you still standing there for? Co over and drink, that bowl’s yours."
Sasha, a bit dazed, walked over and saw the golden chicken soup, clearly made with high-quality old hen.
This kind of effort, after Skye had refused Mrs. Johnson, Sasha suddenly frowned —
"Wait a minute, are you sure this is a gesture of goodwill from Mrs. Johnson? You just snubbed her, aren’t you afraid she’ll..."
"Afraid of what, that she poisoned the soup?" Skye laughed, thinking Sasha was even more amusing than she’d imagined.
"Poisoning is unlikely, Mrs. Johnson probably isn’t that dumb... but I still feel uneasy drinking this chicken soup. I was too shocked just now to react, but thinking about it now, sothing about this feels off."
"Skye..." Sasha grabbed Skye’s hand, "Should you call Mrs. Johnson? I saw you put her on the blacklist earlier, aren’t you worried..."
"Don’t worry, really... look, the chicken soup has already been delivered." Skye casually reassured, not caring at all.
She wouldn’t tell Sasha that people like Mrs. Johnson, the less you pay attention to them, the more they’ll keep you in mind.
And once you eagerly reach out in greeting,
Heh... ’prideful’ people like them will actually belittle you in their hearts.
This principle is like how those wealthy Ladies shop.
They only buy expensive, never what’s right, and won’t touch anything on discount.
But if you tell them it’s limited edition, no matter how expensive, they’ll fight over it.
Sasha watched Skye being so calm, as if she wasn’t worried at all.
She couldn’t say much more, just felt a bit anxious and clueless, dazedly joining Skye in drinking soup.
All day long, Sasha profoundly experienced what it ans to worry more than the king.
Skye remained fully concentrated on work, while Sasha, even though her reshoots were finished and she could go ho,
ended up staying by Skye’s side, watching her, waiting until Skye wrapped up for the day.
[The previous Chapter had the wrong content uploaded yesterday, it’s been replaced now. You can delete the cache and re-read, or remove the book from your shelf and re-read, it won’t double-charge.]
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