After the incident, Josie’s popularity in the design department was no longer what it used to be. People would gossip whenever she was around. Those that were extreme would deliberately bump into her just to insult her.

She put up with all of it.

“It’s alright.” She would comfort herself. It was nothing compared to her salary.

At night, Dexter reached home late after attending an unplanned meeting.

He shrugged off his coat and changed into his indoor slippers. As he was about to head upstairs, he noticed a slim figure curled up on the sofa.

The woman seemed to be restless. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she mumbled in her sleep.

He went up to her and listened.

“Get out of my way, you bunch of stupid admirers… Stay away… Let me earn my money…”

He furrowed his forehead speechlessly.

How badly off is she that she’s even dreaming about earning money?

At that moment, the laptop screen before Josie flickered. Dexter noticed an interior design plan opened on the screen.

Although it was just a rough draft, Josie’s ideas and thoughts that went into the design were apparent. Every stroke of the drawing showed off her skill and talent in designing.

A rare look of admiration flashed across Dexter’s face. But he was bewildered.

Why was she under the radar for all these years if she had such talent?

“Nghh…”

in her sleep. A teardrop fell from her eye and sunk into the sofa

stood next to her and watched

“Dad…”

eyes flickered. The cold glint in his eyes turned into a

maid’s voice rang across the room. Dexter made

“Bring her a blanket.”

around and went up the

The next day.

sleep. She was confused as the blanket draped on her shoulders

awake?” The maid’s voice rang in Josie’s ears as she exercised her stiff shoulders

could say another word, Josie hurried upstairs to

company and managed to clock in just in

employees when a strong force knocked

her balance and staggered. She would have become the company’s joke if she didn’t hold on to the nearest

up with a frown to

man’s look of disdain

She was speechless.

hares may pull dead lions

“Get in.”

paused at the cold,

of foreboding when she looked over to see a

just

grabbed her arm and pulled

and was about to

arms instinctively to protect herself. The pain she was expecting didn’t arrive as she fell into a

head, and her breath caught in her throat as the man’s

was

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