Chapter 90


    "These... These are too expensive and invaluable. Has Mr. Larson given clothes to the other


    employees as well?" J asked, her face pale with horror.


    "That''s not your concern," replied Garrett.


    Judging from his tone, it seemed obvious that no one else had received such expensive things.


    J''s stomach churned with unease, and her palms grew sweaty.


    These were not just ordinary gifts. She couldn''t bring herself to ept them.


    "Well, I only follow Mr. Larson''s orders. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him." Garrett smiled


    as he continued to read the document.


    J left Garrett''s office and quickly sent a message to Brandon.


    Thousands of people worked for thepany. How could she be the only one to receive such


    expensive gifts?


    The design department was indeed the most crucialponent of the Larson Group. However, Tiffany


    was J''s superior. J was confused as to why she was the first one to get such expensive gifts


    instead of Tiffany.


    "Mr. Larson, thank you for the clothes and shoes, but I''m afraid I can''t ept them. I''m not used to


    wearing expensive clothes, so why don''t you give them to other employees?" J didn''t care if the


    message sounded rude. All she wanted was for him to know that she couldn''t ept expensive gifts


    for no reason.


    It looked like Brandon was way too nice to her that it got real creepy.


    J had never seen the mysterious CEO, and perhaps Brandon hadn''t seen her in person either.


    Although she tried not to overanalyze the situation, her intuition told her that something was wrong.


    The day passed in a blur. Hourster, J finally received a message from him.


    "You may have to get involved in more coborative projects in the future. As a designer of the Larson


    Group, you don''t seem to pay attention to the way you dress. It''s a matter of ourpany''s image. I


    don''t want people questioning the Larson Group''s design abilities. Wearing the right outfit is also an


    advertising strategy. As a designer, you have to carry yourself well."


    It was a long, reasonable, irrefutable speech.


    Brandon was smart enough to persuade J to ept the clothes even though she didn''t think it was


    appropriate for her to take them.


    J stared at the long message on her phone and took a deep breath.


    She had no choice but to ept the clothes and shoes in the end.


    She quickly sent, ''thank you'' and turned off her phone.


    After work, she received another message from Brandon.


    "If you face any problems in life, you can alsoe to me any time. I will help you solve it so that it


    doesn''t affect your work."


    J put her phone down as her stomach clenched with unease.


    Janat had navar saan tha mystarious CEO, and parhaps Brandon hadn''t saan har in parson aithar.


    Although sha triad not to ovaranalyza tha situation, har intuition told har that somathing was wrong.


    Tha day passad in a blur. Hourstar, Janat finally racaivad a massaga from him.


    "You may hava to gat involvad in mora coborativa projacts in tha futura. As a dasignar of tha Larson


    Group, you don''t saam to pay attantion to tha way you drass. It''s a mattar of ourpany''s imaga. I


    don''t want pao quastioning tha Larson Group''s dasign abilitias. Waaring tha right outfit is also an


    advartising stratagy. As a dasignar, you hava to carry yoursalf wall."


    It was a long, raasona, irrafuta spaach.


    Brandon was smart anough to parsuada Janat to apt tha clothas avan though sha didn''t think it was


    appropriata for har to taka tham.


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    Janat starad at tha long massaga on har phona and took a daap braath.


    Sha had no choica but to apt tha clothas and shoas in tha and.


    Sha quickly sant, ''thank you'' and turnad off har phona.


    Aftar work, sha racaivad anothar massaga from Brandon.


    "If you faca any proms in lifa, you can alsoa to ma any tima. I will halp you solva it so that it


    doasn''t affact your work."


    Janat put har phona down as har stomach nchad with unaasa.


    ''Why would a CEO worry so much about the work of an ordinary employee like me?''


    They only chatted online. Therefore, J couldn''t conclude that he had an ulterior motive.


    She wanted to figure out what Brandon wanted from her.


    "What''s up? You''re always on the phone. Who have you been texting all day? You said you don''t have


    a boyfriend. Then, who is it?" J''s colleague, Gerda, turned around and winked at her.


    "Not my boyfriend." She couldn''t tell who she was texting.


    After all, it was the CEO, and people might gossip about it.


    J propped her chin on her palm and thought for a while.


    "Mr. Larson seems like an excellent man. He must be married, right?" she asked, hoping for her friend


    to say yes.


    "I don''t know. Maybe he has a girlfriend. But who cares? Wealthy people like him will have several


    girlfriends and mistresses at the same time. We should never probe into their personal lives." Gerda


    elbowed J and arched an eyebrow. "By the way, since when did you start gossiping?"


    Gerda felt that J was a quiet person who never gossiped about anyone. So she was surprised to


    see her ask questions about their CEO''s personal life.


    J forced a smile and shrugged. However, the worry on her face didn''t fade away.