Her friend was busy. Joslyn was scrolling through ir’s text messages and taking screenshots. As


    ir’s friend, she decided to do something for her.


    Joslyn sent the screenshots to Wesley and wrote, “Colonel Wesley, ever since ir started at the


    Jameson Group, she was assigned a supervisor who makes her life hell. That supervisor is the CEO’s


    mistress. And that’s not the only problem-the CEO seems to be a bad guy too. ir is only staying


    there so she won’t get her aunt and uncle in trouble.


    You’ve saved her in the past. Maybe you could do something now.”


    When Wesley finally had a little free time, he checked his phone. He’d been working steadily, and it


    was already after noon. He wanted to see if ir sent him anything. Instead, he found messages from


    Joslyn.


    At 4 p.m., ir had finished her electronic letter of resignation and started going through some papers


    that Filberta had dumped on her desk.


    The office was nketed in silence. ir stretched a bit and began to trante a contract.


    She raised her head for a moment, because there was a terriblemotion outside her office.


    The sight that met her eyes was something else. Her eyes widened in surprise.


    She saw Wesley! Talbot, Bowman and Lenard were following behind him.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    In a green military uniform, Wesley strode purposefully towards her with a serious face. The closer he


    got to her, the more nervous she became.


    “Wesley? Why is he here?’ ir asked herself.


    The employees started melting like butter at the sight of the four men.


    “I love a man in uniform.”


    “What are they doing here? Looking for someone?”


    “I have no idea… I can’t breathe! The man in the front is so handsome! He’s just my type!”


    “They are heading for Group 1’s office. Are they here for ir? Yeah, the lead guy’s talking to her!”


    ir was dumbfounded, not knowing why they were here. When they stood before her, she asked,


    “What’s going on?”


    “Pack your stuff,” Wesley said with a deadpan face.


    “Huh? What do you mean?”


    Wesley looked at her desk and said, “Pack up your desk.”


    ir was more puzzled.


    “Why?”


    “I’m here to pick you up.”


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    “Why ?””


    “This isn’t a good job for you. Quit.” Wesley looked at her.