With her crouching stance, Katrina was certain that Ethan could see a part of her bosom. She even


    purposefully squeezed both of her arms together, trying to enhance her good figure and make it more


    revealing.


    However, Ethan simply took a pen, flipped the documents, and straightaway signed them. Katrina then


    slowly tidied up the documents while smilingly saying, “Are you here alone, Mr. Quarles? Do you feel


    bored? Would you like me to stay here with you?”


    “That’s not necessary. Ethan then returned his gaze to the magazine that he was holding. When


    Katrina stood up, she intentionally touched her forehead for a while before falling into Ethan’s arms.


    With her hand pressing against his chest, she breathlessly said, “I’m sorry. I skipped lunch and am


    feeling a little dizzy now.”


    Ethan’s eyes immediately narrowed. Staring at her hands, he coldly said, “Get your hands off me.” “I’m


    sorry.” Katrina’s face was flushed with embarrassment. I’ve already hinted at it so obviously, but he’s


    refusing to take my hint! Don’t tell me he won’t react even if I stood naked in front of him?!


    “You can leave now,” Ethan muttered, his face darkening. He did not enjoy being disturbed. “Alright. I’m


    leaving right now.” Katrina took the documents and hurriedly exited the room.


    The moment she left the room, she heaved a deep breath. She couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t


    attract Ethan, but Josephine could. What precisely does Josephine have to enchant Ethan so much? In


    what way am I inferior to her?


    “Josephine, what exactly have you done to bewitch Mr. Quarles?” Katrina mumbled as she walked


    away, feeling disappointed. When she returned to thepany, Josephine was in the pantry, appearing


    to be writing something with a cup of coffee beside her. She was dressed in a gray blouse and skirt,


    with her hair tied messily on top of her head. She looked far from elegant and appeared rather sloppy


    instead. Katrina couldn’t help but wonder what it was about Josephine that Ethan liked.


    At this point, Josephine sipped her coffee and gazed out the window, seemingly thinking of something.


    Her side profile was lovely, with her sharp nose and soft lips. Even her jawline appeared wless. As


    she blinked her eyes, her eyshes fluttered, disying the allure of a professional woman.


    Katrina felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that. It was undeniable that Josephine’s. enthusiasm for


    her career was something Katrinacked. When Katrina first joined thepany, all she wanted was


    secure employment while looking for a wealthy guy to marry in the future.


    Unlike her, Josephine was known to be a workaholic. She treated her job as something that could


    establish her worth. Then again, Josephine does not need to marry a wealthy man, Katrina reasoned.


    She’s the only daughter in her family. Her grandfather is a high-ranking government official and I heard


    that her father works for the mayor. She totally has a good starting point in her life! She absolutely has


    nothing to worry about! Comparing myself to her will just make my life appear to be worse! What makes


    me angrier is that she now has a filthy rich boyfriend who loves her and only her. I’ve already seen it for


    myself. She can effortlessly get things that most people will never be able to obtain no matter how hard


    they try. The world is indeed unfair.


    Meanwhile, Josephine’s phone, which was ced beside her, rang just as she finished writing. She


    smiled as she saw the phone’s screen and she then answered the call. “Hello, Dad! Are you back?”


    “I heard that you’ve moved to your colleague’s house for work. I’m back now, so let’s have dinner


    together tonight at your Grandpa’s ce.”


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    “Sure!” Josephine agreed with a smile. Her father only came back twice a month, so she would never


    pass up the opportunity to get together with him.


    After a brief moment of contemtion, she thought of someone and asked cautiously, “Dad, can I bring


    along a friend of mine to Grandpa’s ce tonight?” “Friend? Your friend at work or…”


    “Uh… It’s my friend. A man.” Josephine had expressed it so clearly that anyone could understand what


    she meant. Laughter immediately echoed from the other end of the line. “Sure! Bring him over for your


    Grandpa to have a look!”