Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill [by Shallow South] Chapter 23
“Alright Jones, keep up with the good work. Perhaps the traffic will increase after lunch hour. Seize the opportunity to hand out the leaflets as quickly as you can. I agreed to hire you because I think your pretty appearance might attract clients. You must work hard. A great designer is useless if she can’t close deals.”

“I will.”

Catherine ended the call quietly.

Shaun stole a glimpse of her out of the corners of his eyes. The car was not spacious, thus he overheard the entire conversation with her boss. “You should work somewhere else.”

She twitched her lips into a bitter smile. “It doesn’t matter which company I work for. Everything will be difficult in the beginning.”

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel without commenting further.

Coincidentally, they drove past an unusual-looking building with a unique style. “What’s that place?” he asked casually.

“Melbourne Culture and Technology Center.” Something came into her mind out of the blue. “The construction has just recently been completed. Summit wanted to take on the design project but lost the opportunity to another company. Not long ago, I was thinking of taking on the design project myself but there’s no point even thinking about it now.”

“Why?”

open bidding process. A small company like ours

will not be able to

“I was crowned champion in the AM Award in the United States. Countless companies offered me a chance to work with them. Back then, as I was certain that I would inherit the family business, I rejected the offers and returned to Summit. I

twitched his lips. Unexpectedly, the thick-skinned woman was confident in

give you a

up in the seat, her eyes widening in surprise. Her jelly-like luscious lips parted slightly as if she could not believe

as capable as you

win this.” She felt

“Shaunny, you’re the best…”

by that name—sometimes gently, sometimes simply trying to bootlick him. However, this was the first time she

round eyes twinkled above her sun-kissed cheeks. It was difficult to put into words

immediately. His fingers awkwardly flew to undo the buttons near his neckline as he suddenly felt the heat rising in his

then

I

she was great at cooking. Upon thinking of that particular dish she made before, he felt a pang

cared too much about saving his own dignity to make the