Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Once, she was a princess-carefree, with no worries about money or her future. During her school years, she focused only on having fun, never learning any real skills.

Now, those big companies wouldn't even consider her. Ivy had no choice but to lower her expectations and begin with smaller jobs.

Other jobs available to her were as a cashier in a supermarket or a waitress in a restaurant. The thought of standing dumbly at a checkout counter or serving drinks to others was unbearable. Her pride wouldn't let her stoop that low-not yet.

These jobs didn't require much education, but they were exhausting and paid next to nothing. One month's salary wouldn't even cover the cost of a single dress she used to buy.

After much deliberation, Ivy decided to pursue a job with higher commissions-sales. Sales jobs didn't have strict educational requirements, and she had connections, people she could rely on.

She sent out her resume online, and soon, she was called in for an interview. Sales positions offered low base salaries, but the commissions could be considerable with good performance. Qualifications didn't matter much in this field, and Ivy, with her appearance and charm, passed the interview without much trouble.

The position was in real estate sales, and the company was preparing to launch a new project that urgently needed more staff.

The supervisor introduced Ivy to the team. "This is Ivy, our new colleague. Please help her out when she needs it."

"Yes, Supervisor."

After brief introductions, everyone quickly returned to their work. The team was incredibly busy, leaving Ivy unsure of what to do.

"Ivy, can you make copies of this document and distribute them to everyone?" someone asked, handing her a file.

"Oh, okay." In the past, she would have exploded at such a request, but today, she remained calm. Times had changed.

"Ivy, head to the dessert shop nearby and get everyone some afternoon tea. Here's the list of what we want."

Ivy had just finished handing out the copies when someone stuck a note covered in scribbled orders onto her.

her first day, and despite her

weather outside was freezing. Ivy hurried back to the office, arms full of bags. As she rushed in, someone bumped into

Clean it up and go buy

her anger. When her dignity was trampled so ruthlessly, all that remained was

she would make everyone who humiliated her regret

alone, cleaning up

body was trembling from the cold. Laden with

you're this inefficient, how

hands had gone numb from the cold, but she

Since you're new and haven't been involved in this project, just stay

her frozen hands. She filled a

fully thaw out, the supervisor rushed over. "Everyone, get

really handsome, but he's so busy that

for free. The next chapter is eagerly

stop daydreaming and come with

"Yes, Supervisor."

the supervisor. Ivy wanted to stay in the warm office, but

of the entrance. Ivy wondered if this CEO might be someone she knew. After all, back when she

her view, slowly approaching. The group that

couldn't help but find the scene amusing. How

luxury cars while others waited respectfully outside for

door opened, and a secretary stepped out from the front passenger seat. He walked to the back door and opened it. The project manager stood nearby, bowing

with a patterned vest and shirt beneath. He exuded elegance and an air of aloofness that

him, her heart

It was him-Julian.