Loveless Marriage

Isabella 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. Isabella 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 uncomfortable." "Well It's just a fever, so I'd be okay once it recedes." Isabella 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 our company 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: "Isabella, 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." Heather laughed, "With two big projects, Polygon and Fantasy, she now is working with the main profit sources for Benton in the coming year. How can she have a rest?"

Mr. Smith frowned slightly.

Glancing at Heather, Isabella laughed 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, she would have to take the risk and try her best.

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

Isabella'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 Isabella.

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, Isabella 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.

Her last 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 the company, so Mr. Smith had no choice but to ask for Isabella to go. That was why Heather was mad at her, as the bonus was even more than her salary 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 blame Polygon Group for only being satisfied with her, who was only a department manager, not even with the Mr. Smith. It even accused Isabella of bringing a bunch of people to flatter another company.

Hearing this, Isabella laughed: "Mr. Hand's explained it to me last night. It was just a party of our low-level employees, and he planned 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."

Isabella 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 Isabella'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.

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"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?"☐☐☐☐☐☐