His Domineering Lover

Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Breaking the Pattern Forest Chapter 11: Chapter 11: Breaking the Pattern Forest Rushing and dashing, Cherish Turner finally finished her sketches, but she was still scolded by the editor when she arrived at the company!

The editor stared at the manuscript Cherish Turner sent to her email, her face still cold.

“I said the manuscript was due at noon, and what time is it now? Have you lost your mind?” The editor was a plump middle-aged woman, decked out in luxury brands, trying hard to dress like a cultured person, but she couldn’t hide her mundane aura.

Cherish Turner glanced at her watch, and it was only one o’clock. Actually, it was only an hour later than the agreed noon deadline, not too excessive, right?

She muttered under her breath, thinking the plump editor wouldn’t hear her, but she did!

“You’re late handing in your draft and you still think you’re in the right? Cherish Turner, I think you don’t want to work here anymore!”

“No, no, Editor, I really love this job, how could I not want to do it? Please spare me this once, I promise I’ll submit my drafts on time next time!”

“Hmph! You’ve said that countless times before!”

Cherish Turner didn’t want to work here, with low pay and a heavy workload. If it weren’t for the fact that people without credentials like her couldn’t find a job easily,

she were really fired, she wouldn’t have

looking guilty, and the editor, although very angry, couldn’t say much more. She

end of the year, either you or

the editor saying it. After all, Yara had connections. Her father’s annual advertising fees for Demon Manga amounted to several hundred thousand dollars. Though it might be a small amount for a large corporation, it was still substantial

if she didn’t truly excel in some way, it would be difficult for her to keep her job

I understand.

problem!” The editor waved her hand, and Cherish Turner left the

at her desk, looking at her drawings, she felt like

her forehead on the table with a smack,

Yara King arrived in front of her in an expensive but tacky fur outfit, wearing seven-inch heels and swaying

out her brightly painted

“Hey, get up!”

and