On the way back to the company, Lydia Ingram’s ears replayed the words Grace White once said to her—
"Lydia, I have done everything you asked of exceptionally well, never defying your intentions. How could I have contacted her? Besides, she’s a madwoman, she would kill !"
Recalling her tone at that ti, it was hurried with a hint of panic.
It goes without saying, how thrilling it must have been the last ti she had a narrow escape?
The car stopped in front of the company building.
The driver opened the car door, and Lydia Ingram stepped out and entered the lobby, taking the elevator upstairs.
As soon as he stepped into the president’s office, Joe followed him in, holding a pile of docunts, "President, we’ve invited 100 dia outlets to promote the product. President Usher arranged for 60 of them on the first floor. Were you aware of this?"
"No, I wasn’t." Lydia Ingram wasn’t very shocked, "Let her be."
"President..."
"The Kingston Group will sell counterfeit jewelry today." Lydia Ingram said, "Inform the police to prepare in advance, arriving at The Zenith Tower at around eight-thirty is fine, the rest Monica Usher will handle."
"..." Joe nodded, thinking to himself, today’s scene is bound to be chaotic.
In the neighboring vice-president’s office, Monica Usher, looking unwell, had just sat down in her chair when a young assistant ca in, "Good morning, President Usher."
"Good morning."
The young assistant looked at her with curiosity, "Why are you wearing a high-neck shirt? It’s 32 degrees outside today! You might get a rash."
Monica Usher remained unruffled, "Because I like it."
"..." Her counterpart awkwardly smiled, how could they have guessed that the woman’s neck was already covered in hickeys from President Ingram?
The young assistant put down her bag, "Have you had breakfast? I brought red bean cake and tea eggs, and soybean milk. Do you want so?"
Monica Usher was indeed hungry; her tone softened a lot, "Aren’t you eating?"
"I’ve eaten already." The young assistant walked toward her with the items, smiling and said, "My boyfriend gave a ride here, he didn’t know I’d already eaten, these are all from him."
Seeing the happy smile on the girl’s face, only ghosts knew how envious Monica Usher was. She probably would never have such a love in her life.
When the young assistant placed the breakfast on her desk and the faint aroma began to spread, Monica Usher’s stomach instantly churned!
"Ugh!"
She quickly covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom!
"President Usher!!" The young assistant was frightened and sprinted after her, "President Usher! What’s wrong with you??"
In front of the sink, Monica Usher propped herself against the counter, retching into the basin.
The faucet was turned on, and the sound of flowing water was loud.
"President Usher..." The young assistant was very worried, there was still the new product launch to attend later, "Are you alright?"
Monica Usher didn’t know what was wrong with herself either, in recent days she had been unable to eat, nauseated at any sll, and extrely sleepy.
After quite a while, she finally ca to her senses and cupped water in her hands, washed her face, and looked in the mirror. Her complexion was indeed very pale, and she thought, could she be ill?
"President Usher..." The young assistant looked at her, and exclaid excitedly, "Could you be pregnant?!"
Monica Usher’s expression froze for a mont, then she turned her gaze, "How could that be?" I can’t get pregnant; the doctors had already sentenced to that fate.
"Oh, right, right! You’re still single!" The young assistant said with a smile, "How could one person be pregnant? But my sister-in-law had exactly your symptoms when she was pregnant, exactly the sa! Looking rather ill, feeling nauseated at any sll."
Listening to these words, Monica Usher felt a ringing in her ears; she composed herself and cleared her throat, "Go make the preparations, it’s almost ti to head out."
"Okay, President Usher, you take it easy first." After speaking, the young assistant turned and left.
Monica Usher looked at herself in the mirror again, recalling what the young assistant just said, pregnant??
Her feelings were sowhat complicated.
She was originally sentenced to a life where she couldn’t be a mother, but if a miracle really happened, and this child was Lydia Ingram’s...
This... it’s simply hell!
How could Monica Usher accept this fact?
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