Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 48

Chapter 48 Home Delivery

Jean spent considerable time preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do. She pulled out her smartphone and logged onto the official MON & Co. website to locate Ms. Weller’s contact number.

This is her last-ditch effort. Calling Ms. Weller at the spur of the moment could backfire on her.

As a result, her future state in MON & Co. will be considerably more challenging.

But after some thought, she decided to bet with those odds.

The person on the other line picked up the call, and there was a sound of water in the background. “Who’s this?” drawled the recipient.

“Good evening, Ms. Weller. I didn’t mean to interrupt your time, but I’m the new intern in the company and…”

“Luminance Villa. Room 305. You have fifteen minutes,” interrupted the woman. She hung up before Jean had any time to process what had happened.

When it finally clicked, Jean was out the door. She hailed a cab —no short of a miracle.

A group of front desk personnel gathered over the scene.

“She’s a real lunatic, isn’t she? Who on god’s green earth works this hard under Ms. Weller?”

“By the way, Ms. Weller didn’t show up at the company today. She must be out having dinner with the golden boys,” said an employee. “Jean isn’t hard on the eyes, so she probably couldn’t resist tonight.”

“Someone might just take her place.”

The personnel who introduced Jean to the members added, “Let’s see how long that optimism lasts in that girl.”

Jean arrived at Room 305 of Luminance Villa —just within fifteen minutes.

Bursts of laughter and the sound of collided wine glasses were the first things Jean heard.

She hesitated. Am I late? Barely.

But intruding into a party will undoubtedly destroy the atmosphere inside. Her presence would be invasive.

Two waiters caught Jean’s eye as they walked over with dinner plates.

The private lounge was intoxicated with the smell of wine. In the middle of the room, a woman with short hair was draped onto an armchair. Her sultry eyes as she held were half-lidded onto a cigarette bud with her right hand.

Besides her, the rest of the people in that room were men. Each one was worth a fortune to their name.

dishes. She moved stealthily towards a spot

noticed her while the feast went

man was busy complimenting a man with a gray suit. But what interested her was the woman beside them in the main

ought to be Monica Weller, one of MON & Co.’s lead designers if Jean had it

complete mess. Monica was known to enjoy spending extended amounts of time with business leaders

it was Monica Weller’s works that initially caught Jean’s attention, not that tabloid

wouldn’t divulge herself in

that was what Jean Eyer

cigarette bud was burning out. Jean swiftly put out

taken aback. She lifted an eyebrow and gave Jean

“Jean Eyer?”

Weller,” she

She

her instructions. Without anyone noticing, the others kept

at the wine party was then interrupted when Monica raised her

like to introduce someone to you all.

applicants. Miss

come! Let’s toast.”

palms had grown clammy with a

nothing but phonies. They mask themselves with lies and flattery to keep the party going. Jean however had no choice but to

few glasses of wine, Monica confessed that she was dizzy and ordered

they walked to the door. Jean continued to

fished out her handphone to

gum if you

of interns from large companies to

wrapped her shawl around her body and looked at

she asked. There was no hint of drunkenness as she

frankly, “I need the work and

the rumors say. Okay, then you can follow

meaning behind her words before the

threw Jean a key to an

so go clean

Jean alone after getting inside the