A few girls chatting idly were gossiping wildly, their tone and attitude were both awful and disdainful.
"Do you think she deliberately fell in front of the car, maybe to get rid of the bastard child too. That would be killing two birds with one stone."
"Smart move, a really clever tactic. No one would have thought of faking an injury like this."
"By the way, have you ever seen a rich guy co to pick her up? Maybe it’s just her wild man. I heard from soone that it’s an old man. She disappeared for a few months before, apparently being kept by the old man, got pregnant with so sches, wanting to secure her status through the child, but the rich guy got mad and kicked her out."
"Who would co pick her up? She looks washed up. But a young man who looked decent did co to the school to pick her up, driving a Benz, seed pretty wealthy."
"Truly has skills, maybe she hooked up with another man, impressive, impressive, not sothing we can match."
The girls were chatting freely, and Sylvan Cheney happened to walk past them.
His first impression of Jasmine Yale suddenly beca very bad.
However, he didn’t pay much attention to it as he wasn’t soone who gossips.
He soon forgot about it.
Today, Kade Yuvan told him her husband passed away.
Passed away? Who knows if it’s a lie or the truth.
This woman doesn’t say a true word and is extrely troubleso.
If she wasn’t pregnant, he would have fired her a long ti ago.
Under the sunset, Sylvan Cheney held his forehead, and his head throbbed slightly.
The aroma of coffee mixed with the essential oil fragrance of the office. Although the headache eased a little, it was still quite painful.
One reason is too much work, another is that the head injury should be rechecked.
...
By the ti work ended, employees of the group were gradually leaving.
Jasmine Yale also cheerfully left the company, heading towards the subway.
She called Kade Yuvan to express her gratitude: "Assistant Yuvan, thank you, I was allowed to stay, thank you for giving this opportunity."
"Why thank , now that you’re here, be more cautious in the future. The business world is like a battlefield, full of plotting and scheming, be careful in everything."
"I know, I know, thank you for reminding ."
"It’s good that the president agreed. You’re quite impressive to be able to persuade him."
"I pleaded for a long ti."
"It’s worth it. In the future workplace, don’t be so edgy, be smoother, it’s more beneficial for developnt."
"I understand." Jasmine Yale nodded, rembered it all.
"Hmm, rember to eat dinner, I’ll hang up now, still have a social event later."
"Okay, thank you."
Jasmine Yale felt quite relieved that soone was willing to help her.
Jasmine Yale walked out of the company building with her bag, exhaling deeply under the sunset, raising her hand to shield the light, looking up at the sunset.
Very beautiful.
A Maybach passed by her with a swift breeze.
Jasmine Yale looked ahead, the car had already gone far away.
Jasmine Yale lowered her head, suddenly feeling much better, hopping along the stone path, just like before.
In the past, whenever she felt happy, even her walking was a little goofy.
Now that she’s pregnant, even a slight hop looks a bit odd.
She laughed.
The sunset stretched her shadow long and slender on the ground, looking particularly charming.
The hem of her dress fluttered, ti seemingly slow.
As the wind blew, her black hair gently floated, sunshine covering her entirely.
Perhaps, this is what they call tranquil tis.
A sense of satisfaction welled up, as if now, it isn’t as bad as imagined.
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