Cynthia smiled as she took another ten–dor bill from her wallet and jokingly said, “Sorry, I just


    returned to the country. I’m not very familiar with tipping customs here. I thought it would be simr to


    overseas, but I didn’t expect it to be so high.”


    Her words made her seem superior. She had only spoken a few words, but they were enough to imply


    that Aurelia was poor.


    Suddenly, the atmosphere became awkward, and no one knew how to stop Cynthia.


    Undeterred, Cynthia continued, “Is it still not enough?”


    Aurelia snapped out of it.


    After all these years of climbing the careerdder, she saw right through Cynthia’s sarcasm.


    However, Cynthia was much smarter than those who openly targeted her.


    Her words and demeanor were that of a well–mannereddy, courteous and kind.


    Whether Aurelia epted the money or not, Cynthia’s purpose would be fulfilled.


    If she epted, she’d be seen as greedy and materialistic. If she didn’t and exined her identity,


    Cynthia could simply apologize, saying that she mistook her for a delivery person.


    Meanwhile, Aurelia’s image at Leslie’spany would be tarnished.


    At the sight of Leslie approaching, Aurelia nced at him, then reached for Cynthia’s money.


    Cynthia smiled warmly with a glint of triumph in her eyes.


    Aurelia did some quick calctions as she counted the takeout.


    “Miss, it’s not enough.”


    Cynthia’s smile froze.


    “What do you mean? Do people demand specific amounts for tips in this country?”


    Aurelia mimicked Cynthia’s exaggerated tone.


    “Miss, don’t you keep up with current events abroad? What have you been learning overseas? This is


    a techpany, isn’t it? Are all employees like you?” she asked sarcastically.


    Cynthia pursed her lips.


    She couldn’t turn around and ask Leslie about the type of woman he had found, as it would be like


    admitting she knew Aurelia’s identity.


    Cynthia pulled out two more ten–dor bills from her purse through gritted teeth.


    It wouldn’t matter. As long as Aurelia epted the money, everyone would know she was a greedy


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    woman.


    However, Aurelia didn’t pocket the money. Instead, she walked up to the group.


    “This youngdy is treating you. Check if you have any spare change. It should be 2.8 dors. Round it


    up to three dors for her.”


    Cynthia furrowed her brows in confusion, but everyone understood what Aurelia was doing and held


    back theirughter.


    Leslie cleared his throat, and his lips twitched into a half–smile.


    Cynthia shot Aurelia an annoyed look when she finally realized what she was doing.


    Aurelia turned to self–mockery as a response.


    “Miss, you are so smart. I’m indeed here to deliver food, but just for one person.”


    “Oh, I lost my appetite!” someone shouted.


    “This is too much! You are unting your romance!”


    “The gods are unfair!”


    “Don’t eat, then.”


    Leslie curled his lips slightly, and everyone noticed it.


    The noises around them intensified, and someone even pushed Aurelia toward Leslie.


    Leslie casually held her waist. It was clear that it was a regr urrence. Otherwise he wouldn’t have


    been able to catch her by the waist so urately.


    Everyone felt like they had witnessed yet another romantic scene.


    Sensing Aurelia’s embarrassment, Leslie turned to the others.


    “Are you all not hungry anymore?”


    The othersughed and went off to collect their food.


    Aurelia steadied herself and handed Cynthia the change.


    “Miss, your change.”


    “Thank you.”


    Cynthia gritted her teeth and shoved the change into her purse without looking at it.


    Just then, she noticed the lipstick on the desk and nced at Aurelia before turning to look at Leslie.


    “Did I leave my lipstick with you again? I’m just so forgetful wherever I am. It’s a good thing I have you.”