Loveless Marriage

These people should be the leaders in charge of this floor. If she shouldn't say that she worked in this floor.

Before she could think of an excuse, the woman continued to be aggressive without letting go, "change what? Is that even a reason? You can't even remember their tastes?"

With that, she picked up another coffee and sniffed it, then clouded over more. "Don't tell me the six coffee are the same. Tell me which department you're from, and you are fired."

Isabella's face looked as if she had been scared stiff, but as she was thinking of a way out, she caught a glimpse of a plate on that woman's chest. She then gritted his teeth, wiped her nose and sobbed, "Mrs. Garcia... I was wrong. Please give me one more chance. I promise I will remember it the next time."

Mrs. Garcia frowned in disgust.

A man usually couldn't see a woman cry, especially a beautiful woman. A pure and tender girl like Isabella would always make people feel pity for her.

Some of the other men could not bear to watch anymore. They all spoke out to persuade her, "Mrs. Garcia, give her another chance and don't bother about it."

"Right. Just be careful next time."

"Haha...Mrs. Garcia, the company has been in a tight spot recently and we're all feeling depressed. Don't vent your anger on the people below."

Then someone waved at Isabella and told her to leave.

There were only two women present. When Mrs. Garcia saw that all the men were pleading for her, she became even angrier. It was because her appearance was too overbearing and when she was scolded by Simons, no one pleaded for her. Thus, she disdained those crying women who pretended to be weak the most.

But she could not make the atmosphere too tense, she only glared at Isabella deeply and no longer spoke.

Seeing that, Isabella wiped her tears, nodded her head, then frantically left with the tray.

After leaving for a distance, Isabella's expression returned to calmness. She extended two fingers to wipe the tears that had yet to dry and let out a small sigh of relief in her heart. Then, she took out her mobile phone and made a call to John who was below him.

"Hey, how are things over there?" she whispered as she walked.

John intentionally lowered his voice, "We didn't get anything from the front desk, but we vaguely heard something from the others."

Hearing this, Isabella smiled as she said, "Alright, let's talk about this in detail when I get down."

"Oh right, Miss Jones, have you seen the person in charge?"

"No, I'm still looking for him, but don't worry, I'm okay right now." She then hung up.

This place was too big. And she was a little hesitant about whether she should look for the manager or Shawn directly.

But her previous experience, even if she found the person in charge, there would only be one consequence.

Isabella found the elevator and stood at the door, breathing out heavily.

"Forget it. Even if I die, I have to understand what's going on here. I'll just see the boss now." She thought.

After pressing the button to the top floor, Isabella walked along the long corridor, carefully looking around, and had the feeling that she was a thief.

The top floor was much quieter than the one below. Not many people could be seen walking around.

After walking for a while, she suddenly heard movement in the front. Seeing that it was a few workers carrying decorations, she started to walk forward again.

As the workers passed by, the huge decorative painting suddenly dropped from their hands, which fell towards Isabella's direction.

"Be careful!"

Hearing a clear and cold voice, Isabella felt a strong force appearing on her wrist, and was pulled forward. Her entire body staggered forward, and barely dodged the blow.

At the same time, the worker steadied the painting and apologised to her.

"Sorry..." I'm sorry, miss. "

Isabella shook her head in shock, "I'm fine."

After she had left, she turned around and saw the person who had pulled her. With a single glance, a breathtaking light flashed across her eyes.

What an elegant woman.

That kind of aura that other women would never be able to match was something even she felt inferior to. She wasn't dressed in professional attire, and looked very fashionable. She wasn't wearing a heavy makeup either, it gave people the illusion of being cold.

The black dress made her look so elegant.

Isabella could tell that dress was not cheap either.

She hurriedly came back to her senses and said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me earlier."

"You're welcome." The woman's long and narrow eyes did not linger on her body. Her tone was even more casual as she raised her heels and was about to leave.

Isabella blinked her eyes, she looked at her for a few more seconds and did not notice that another person had followed closely behind her.

"Miss Sarah, please wait."

Isabella subconsciously turned to look at the somewhat familiar voice.

As their eyes met, the person opened his eyes wide, "Miss, Miss Jones?"

She was dressed in a business suit with long legs and a dress that covered her hips. Her figure was curvaceous and had curves that made Isabella remember her vividly. She was the female secretary who always stood beside Shawn.

But she also didn't expect to meet him like this. She pursed her lips and awkwardly smiled. "Hello, I'm here ...for Mr. Simons."

It was unknown if it was her imagination, but when she talked about Shawn, the slow pace of the sound on the high heels clearly stopped a second.

The secretary's expression was stiff. She looked at Miss Sarah, who was getting further and further away, hesitated for a bit, then said quickly, "Miss Jones, I'll have to trouble you to wait for a minute. I'll be back shortly."

"It's fine. I'll wait for you." Isabella politely smiled.

The secretary nodded apologetically and hurried after her.

This was the first time Isabella had seen her lose her composure like this. The previous few times were also when she had seen Shawn, so he did not say much. She was very tactful and calm. "Sorry... for let you wait, Miss Jones."

Isabella shook her head, "Nothing, how about you take a rest?"

"No need, please follow me." The secretary held her breath and made a gesture of invitation.

Isabella did not move, she only tilted her head, "Does Mr. Simons have time now? If he's busy, I can come another day.

In any case, the result had already been achieved. Whether or not he would contact her later was totally up to him now. The secretary smiled, "He has some time now. I'll bring you in first."

She wasn't the only one surprised that there wasn't any notice. Even so, she didn't expect that she would come to visit.

Isabella hesitated for two seconds, then nodded, "Yes."

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At the entrance of the Executive Office, the secretary knocked three times and said respectfully, "Mr. Simons, Miss Jones is here."

After a few seconds of silence, a man's clear acoustic line was heard. "Come in."

The secretary pushed open the door and motioned for her to come in.

Isabella was startled, just herself?

All right.

Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and entered the office.

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