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 on the table where a

noticed her while

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

one of MON & Co.’s lead designers

Monica was known to enjoy spending extended

Jean’s attention, not that tabloid news. Each is flawless and deserving of the epithet

wouldn’t divulge herself in such

that was what

cigarette bud was burning out. Jean swiftly put

Weller was a bit taken aback. She lifted an eyebrow

“Jean Eyer?”

Ms. Weller,” she

directed Monica. She smiled at the

Jean followed her instructions. Without

interrupted when Monica raised

you all. Her name is… Luna,

vision for choosing applicants.

Let’s toast.” Contents belong to

palms had grown clammy with a glass of red wine

but phonies. They mask themselves with lies and flattery to keep the party going. Jean however had

wine, Monica confessed that she was

an appointment,” slurred Monica. She leaned her body on Jean as they walked to the door. Jean continued to help her into the elevator that

fished out her handphone to hail

gum if you

expected of interns from large companies to

body

asked.

frankly, “I need the work

what the rumors say. Okay, then

the meaning behind her words before the

Jean a key to an

it tonight, so

getting