"President Evan is serious, responsible, and attentive. He is a uniquely charming man who can shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the company without neglecting its affairs, indulging in eating, drinking, and playing all day, or solely engaging in intrigue," Jasmine Yale said softly, with an indiscernible tone in her voice. "In my eyes, he is a competent superior."
"Miss Yale, do you approve of President Evan’s engagent to Miss Alice?"
"Does it really matter whether I approve or not? Happiness and stability can’t be broken by anyone."
Jasmine Yale did her best to keep her emotions in check, selecting a few questions to answer so as not to appear too flustered.
"Miss Yale, since President Evan is perfect in your eyes, have you never had feelings of admiration for him?" a young reporter with black hair and yellow skin pressed.
Jasmine Yale smiled, "People are not perfect, and I’ve never claid he is. I appreciate his perfect qualities because, naturally, everyone loves beauty."
"Miss Yale, would you compete fairly with Miss Alice?"
"Compete? Why would the world of emotions feature a word with such destructive power as ’compete’?" Jasmine Yale laughed, "It seems, miss, you have never been in love."
The reporter paused, dumbfounded by Jasmine Yale’s retort, her face turning crimson.
"Sorry, I need to take a call." Jasmine Yale lowered her head and took out her phone.
The phone didn’t ring; she did it on purpose. She didn’t want to deal with the situation any longer.
She called Sylvan Cheney, who was far away in Kermany.
He had said, in the face of anything, to reach out to him, not even to Kade Yuvan.
Although she didn’t see how it would be useful to contact him now, if she didn’t, when he returned the day after tomorrow, he would be angry.
"What’s up," Sylvan Cheney answered the call.
"I’m surrounded by reporters, listen for yourself," Jasmine Yale put on the speakerphone.
The reporters’ questions ca one after another, so even trying to tug at Jasmine Yale, but fortunately, security arrived.
After a mont on speaker, she put the phone back to her ear, "Did you hear that?"
"I heard," ca the voice, followed by the call ending.
Jasmine Yale sighed.
She put away her phone and smiled slightly, "Everyone, even though sumr is over, the noon sun in autumn is still very strong. Can you allow to leave, considering I’m pregnant?"
The reporters weren’t about to give up, firing off questions in quick succession, each sharper than the last: "Miss Yale, it’s said you’re just an intern at the company but are responsible for an important project. Isn’t this considered favoritism?"
Jasmine Yale’s smile was wry, as reporters have a universal nature.
She replied softly, "There’s a saying ’a talented person should be put to good use, and those who are capable should occupy it’. I have the capability to handle the company’s project. What does it have to do with my being an intern? Being an intern doesn’t an one is inexperienced or rash. I hope everyone refrains from using tinted glasses."
"Miss Yale, will you choose to stay at the Jas Group Cakago Branch? If you stay, how will you get along with Miss Alice?"
"I’ve always been serious about my work, with a clear conscience. Moreover, the company I’m with is fair, just, and good at utilizing talent. I’m fortunate to work in such a company, so of course, I won’t leave. As for Miss Alice, she’s my superior. How to get along with a superior? Everyone can refer to their own usual work situation, right?"
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