Chapter 281 You Don’t Have to Do Anything
Does he want me to work at hispany?
It is a good idea to spy on him. But wouldn’t it be too tant in this case?
"I am not going."
I curl my lips and walk away from him.
Frances grabs my hand, while walking outside.
"I''m not discussing with you."
Just then, he pushes me into the car recklessly.
I want to take back what I said before. Everyone else will change, except Frances!
The jerk is acting the same as before, bossy and unreasonable.
Frances drives to thepany, and I get out of the car with him. The scene naturally draws a lot of
attention.
Everyone is whispering, probably guessing the rtionship between Frances and me.
After all, he enters thepany while holding my hand.
Frances takes me to his office on the top floor and asks me to wait on the sofa. Then he makes a
phone call asking someone to bring a desk.
"Sit over there."
I''m quite reluctant. Not only do I have to live with Frances, but I also have to work with him. It feels like I
am always being spied on. Most importantly, I feel ufortable being with him.
Frances keeps staring at me, as if I refuse to follow his lead, he would literally stare through me.
I have no choice but to sit there.
There is aputer, some snacks, and magazines on the desk. It doesn''t look like office use no matter
how you look at it.
"What do I need to do?"
"Just sit there, eat and drink. Whatever suits you." With that says, Frances immerses himself in work.
I ampletely stunned by his actions.
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Does he ask me toe here for fun? I enjoy working very much. At least working makes me forget
about unpleasant things temporarily. I will go crazy if I have nothing to do.
Herman, the former DS director crosses my mind.
He emails me asking if I want to work in DS. I have been upset about Frances, so I never responded.
But now, I have an idea in my mind.
I reply Herman’s email asking him if I could be an outsourced designer for DS.
The treatment is the same as other staff. Only difference is no need to work at DS headquarters.
In fact, I am in the mood to give it a shot. Never expecting that Herman would agree. It surprises me.
I probably look too excited. Frances, who is working hard, looks over and asks me with doubts.
"Anything good happened?"
"No." I put away the smile put on a poker face.
Frances looks at me for a few seconds and then gets back to work again.
After pretending to eat for a while, I turn on theputer and start going through thetest fashion
news.
I feel isted from the ‘fashion circle’ for some time, so I must make up for it quickly.
I am fascinated. But when I hear the sound of Frances'' chair moving, I quickly close the page and click
on the TV series.
In case Frances suddenly shows up next to me, I already thought about how to cope with it.
Franceses over, nces at myputer screen, and whispers. "Let''s grab a bite."
I nod, get up and tag along.
He takes me to the staff restaurant. I always assume that as the boss, Frances would never eat there.
Unexpectedly, he has the same food as everyone else.
The way I feel about him is changing somehow.
But I am too naive. When Frances walks into a lounge, several five-star-hotel level food is served right
away.
Frances is the Emperor, how can he live like everyone else?! I must have been having a brain fart to
think he is a down-to-earth kind of boss!
I identally spill the soup on my clothes as soon as I take a bite. As I still have to work for the rest of
the day, I intend to clean it up in the bathroom.
When I am on the way to the bathroom, I feel the look on everyone is bizarre.
Suddenly, someone stands up, points at me and goes, "I know, she is Mr. Louis’ mistress! I saw you on
the news before."