Mr. Miller Will Be Worried


    Isabe and Minh returned back to their department. Coincidentally, a group of people passed them by,


    who probably had just finished a meeting. The person in the front was Mr. Smith.


    Isabe let Minh go in first. Then she greeted: "Mr. Smith."


    Seeing her, Mr Smith smiled, "Are you feeling better now?"


    "Yes, Mr. Smith, Thank you for your concern."


    Heather, who was standing beside Smith, raised her thin and smiled lightly: "Were you sick again, Miss


    Jones? But you look so good now and don''t seem ufortable."


    "Well It''s just a fever, so I''d be okay once it recedes." Isabe smiled.


    Heather replied indifferently, "As I remembered, you''ve already been sick quite a few times this month.


    You''d better pay more attention to your body, Miss Jones."


    She then smiled at Smith, "Mr. Smith, I suggest ourpany to organise another medical examination.


    Spending so much time on work may harm our bodies. To put it harshly, if I suddenly die, who would


    take the responsibility?"


    Hearing this, Even Mr. Smith started to seriously consider it, who then said: "Isabe, I remember that


    you indeed have taken quite a few sick leave recently. You really need to take care of your body. If you


    can''t handle your work, let your subordinates do some of it."


    "But I don''t think that Miss Jones can have a good rest." Heatherughed, "With two big projects,


    Polygon and Fantasy, she now is working with the main profit sources for Benton in theing year.


    How can she have a rest?"


    Mr. Smith frowned slightly.


    ncing at Heather, Isabeughed and said: "Mr. Smith, don''t worry. I will arrange my work and rest


    time well. In fact, even if I am sick, there would be no influence at all. All of my subordinates are quite


    energetic and hard-working, and they can finish the work really well."


    She suddenly reminded what the two girls told her that day at lunch, that Heather had targeted her


    because she had taken too many projects recently. But since the opportunity had already fallen on her,


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    she would have to take the risk and try her best.


    "But you can''t get sick, Miss Jones." Heather immediately said, her expression bing stern, but her


    tone still carried a hint of oddness, "Otherwise, Mr. Miller will get worried, which may also put our Mr.


    Smith in a dilemma."


    Isabe''s face darkened, "What do you mean by that?"


    Hearing that, Heather looked at her with an innocent and puzzled expression, then tilted her head and


    asked, "Aren''t you good friends with Mr. Miller? I just saw you get off his car."


    The simple sentence made the atmosphere subtly changed. Everyone then looked at Isabe.


    No one was an idiot. They all could tell the meaning behind her words.


    Mr. Smith didn''t immediately reply, but his expression was a bit unfathomable.


    Looking at Heather, Isabe then calmly smiled: "You really have a good eyesight, Miss Cotton. You''r


    right, I didn''t drive a car, and I met Mr. Miller on the way, who sent me off. As for ''good friends'', you


    really thinks too highly of me, as I''ve only met him a few times with Mr. Smith since he is our partner.


    He naturally is more polite with me than someone he had never met.


    Herst sentence was deliberately to stab Heather''s weak spot.


    Previously, such cooperation thing was actually charged by the Marketing department. But when they


    went to the Polygon Group for the first time, Heather wasn''t at thepany, so Mr. Smith had no


    choice but to ask for Isabe to go. That was why Heather was mad at her, as the bonus was even


    more than her sry for months.


    Heather''s face quietly turned cold, who then smiled indifferently: "No wonder Mr. Hand only invited your


    department to the dinner party yesterday. It really made us envious. However, I heard that Mr. Smith


    wasn''t even invited, and I wonder if it''s true."


    She then turned to look at Mr. Smith, as if she was asking him.


    Her words were obviously to me Polygon Group for only being satisfied with her, who was only a


    department manager, not even with the Mr. Smith. It even used Isabe of bringing a bunch of


    people to tter anotherpany.


    Hearing this, Isabeughed: "Mr. Hand''s exined it to mest night. It was just a party of our low-


    level employees, and he nned to ask Mr. Miller to invite Mr. Miller in the future. But I forgot one thing.


    I should have invited your department as well, Miss Cotton, as they booked half a hotel."


    Heather''s face finally darkened a bit.


    Let their department pick up the leftovers? Did she really think she had taken a fancy to that?


    There wasn''t still much change of Mr. Smith''s expression. He just said: "They are being too polite. We


    must invite them in our Christimas party."


    Isabe smiled, "This is a good idea."


    Mr. Smith nodded, "Then you can go up now. Take care of your body."


    "Sure"


    After they had left, the smile on Isabe''s face slowly faded as she turned to look at Heather.


    "Is your career not going well, or have you broken up with your boyfriend recently, Miss Jones?"


    "What are you so proud of? Without any marketing experience, do you really think you can handle


    these two projects? If you screw it up, you may leave here right away." Heather coldly said.


    "Honestly speaking, it is indeed a challenge. So at that time, I didn''t even want to take the risk. But Mr.


    Smith''s expectation, as well as my subordinates'' hard-working, left me with no choice. I also have to


    think about them, right?"