The executives saw the na Janelle and imdiately knew it was a girl, so everyone couldn’t help but speculate whether this girl might be related to Mr. Trevino.
They all secretly decided she was his girlfriend.
As the top executive assistant, Simon was unfamiliar with this na.
Who is Janelle? He really didn’t know.
Seated next to Simon, Cecilia Dunn was even less inford; soone who could have the CEO’s WeChat and chat idly must have an unusual status.
Trevor picked up his phone and almost without hesitation, sent back a similar emoji.
Because it was being screened, everyone saw these two emojis clearly.
No one expected that Mr. Trevino would have such cute emojis saved on his WeChat!
He’s usually such a cool and aloof person!
"Pursue your ideals with dedication, be pure in the present mont," Trevor put down his phone and quickly got back on topic, his voice deep and magnetic, "After navigating the devastating pandemic of 2020, this year marks a new beginning. Although it’s near the end of the year, this project embodies everyone’s hard work."
The WeChat notification sound chid again; the girl nad Janelle sent another ssage.
Everyone looked up at the screen—
’What are you doing?’
A simple five-word ssage, and anyone who’s been in love knows what it implies.
It’s very simple; it ans she’s thinking about you.
Trevor paused his speech; when he picked up the phone and saw the ssage, his expression changed slightly. He glanced around and noticed everyone was looking at the screen.
He was montarily stunned and instinctively turned around, only to realize the screen was still displaying after receiving the data!
Trevor withdrew his gaze and calmly turned off the screen casting.
Then, with his long fingers, he replied to Janelle Mills with two words: eting.
Though just two simple words, it was his way of showing he wasn’t ignoring her.
After putting down the phone, Trevor reimrsed himself in work and resud the conversation.
Everyone listened intently, taking notes.
Janelle Mills didn’t send another ssage to disturb him. The fact that he took the ti to reply to her even while in a eting proved that she mattered to him.
At least from a girl’s perspective, that’s how she saw it.
So, Janelle Mills was even more determined to leave.
She wasn’t going to go on any arranged dates!
Even if Trevor had a girlfriend, she wanted to see Riventhal one last ti!
So, she thought it over carefully, held her stomach, knocked on the closed living room door, and started her act, "Open up, open up. My stomach hurts... Ah, I can’t take it..."
Not long after, the door opened.
The two n saw her clutching her stomach in pain, unable to stand, with a pained look on her face, and exchanged glances.
At first, they didn’t believe it because she was fine a mont ago.
"My stomach hurts, take to the hospital?" Janelle Mills gasped, glancing up in agony, "I’ve had stomach problems since I was a kid; maybe the acute gastroenteritis is acting up again..."
Seeing her in such discomfort, one of the n was about to take out his phone to call.
But Janelle Mills grabbed his wrist and frowned, saying, "Don’t call my mom; she’s busy with urgent matters today. Just the two of you take to the hospital."
She was in so much pain that speaking was a struggle, "It hurts... Just get so ds from the hospital."
Seeing her persistence, and the situation looking quite urgent, along with her saying, "You two big n watching over just ? Afraid you can’t handle it?"
"My mom asked you to watch over , but what if I die at ho from the pain? Can you still get the money? You’ll probably get into legal trouble, right?"
What she said was logical; lives are more important than anything else.
The n dared not delay for a mont, "Let’s go, to the hospital!" They supported her toward the elevator, "Miss Mills, hold on a little longer!"
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