She raised her eyes, unable to believe that he had actually said those words, her eyes filled with unshed tears, and her heart ached sharply.
His tone was quite tactful, disrupting corporate relationships... Huh, wasn’t it just a roundabout way of telling her not to seduce her colleagues, or even her superiors within the company?
The pain in her heart spread, perating through her entire body like a poisonous liquid.
For a mont, she didn’t know what to say, her face white as paper under the light, making her appear very fragile.
She finally moved her lips, her throat choked up, unable to utter a single word.
Under the light, their eyes t.
His gaze was sharp, hers indifferent, but when they combined, the world seed to quiet down.
The wind was quiet, the night was quiet, and the heart... was quiet too.
The previously restless heart now felt like it had sunk to the bottom, lost.
In Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, there was still a warning: "If I find out anything, I won’t let it go lightly."
"Do you think I’m pretty?" Jasmine Yale suddenly chuckled, brushing back the lock of hair by her ear, "I must be pretty, right? Otherwise, why would you think a pregnant woman would go around seducing people."
"I’m just giving you a heads-up. You were absent for nearly four months during the first half of the year, but there’s not a word of it on your resu, which counts as concealing."
"Oh, so should I list every ti I had to repeat a grade, got punished by a teacher, or skipped class on my resu too? I didn’t know Jas Group was this strict."
"I don’t want to hear your excuses!"
"CEO Cheney, I lack money, but I make my money openly and honestly. It’s late, I need to get back to work. Besides, CEO Cheney, it’s nightti, and if it were any other man talking to in the office now, would you again think I had a poor reputation?" Jasmine feigned a laugh, "Your two ears, whatever others say, CEO Cheney believes it, how interesting."
"Don’t try to talk your way out of it. I dislike people who play word gas the most."
Saying this, Sylvan Cheney turned away with a displeased look and left.
When he left, his figure moved away, and Jasmine Yale saw the long corridor once more, dark and dim.
She stood there for a long ti.
After a while, she collected her thoughts, lowered her head, and silently continued with her draft.
No ti to think about things she shouldn’t; she needed to ensure her work was done well.
The baby in her belly kicked her again.
Jasmine patted her belly and smiled, "Baby, did it scare you? Don’t be afraid, mommy’s here."
She gently soothed the baby inside her, her complexion gradually recovering its rosiness.
The office returned to its calm, undisturbed, without a single extraneous sound.
A quiet sumr, a tranquil night, the wind passed without a trace.
He wanted her to submit the revised draft by midnight.
She finished it ahead of ti, a little after ten.
She sent him an email.
Turning off the computer, she began tidying her desk, putting all the docunts back into the cabinet.
Before she could text Yukon Carbon, Sylvan Cheney’s call ca through.
"Co to the CEO’s office."
"Is there a problem?"
"Many problems!" Sylvan Cheney’s tone was a little impatient.
"It’s late, I’ll revise it at ho. The office is uncomfortable, and I want to go ho and take a shower."
"I’m saying your final draft has serious issues. How do you expect to present this to the TR people tomorrow? Hmm?"
Jasmine Yale bit her lip, no way?
It’s not like it was a major proposal, how could there be so many issues?
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