Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

Chapter 11

Aurelia, though a bit restless, patiently shook her head at Millie.

Millie, on the other hand, faced the situation like encountering a formidable opponent.

“Could it be true that Mr. Lynch is really involved with Kimberly?”

Aurelia covered Millie’s mouth with her hand, glancing around to ensure nobody was paying attention to them since everyone had gone for lunch.

“Don’t spread baseless rumors. The office despises gossip,” Aurelia advised.

Millie, however, lowered her voice, filled with resentment.

“Why not? The moment she arrived, we became nothing more than decorations. She already has everything. Why does she need to compete with us? Just because she has money doesn’t mean she can win a man’s heart! All she does is show off her cleavage, doesn’t she?”

Aurelia tilted her head, finding Millie’s reaction somewhat extreme.

“Millie! Don’t speak without evidence! Life is inherently unfair. Having money as an advantage in winning people’s favor. It’s her prerogative. We don’t need to compare ourselves. to such people.”

“I just can’t stand her smug look. What’s so impressive about her? She’d be nothing if it weren’t for a wealthy uncle!” Millie complained.

Aurelia watched Millie bite her lip, sensing beneath the verbal criticism, there lingered an undeniable envy towards Kimberly.

Indeed, whether it was luxury brands, men, or work, Kimberly had it all at her fingertips.

Even when it came to their jobs, Kimberly could effortlessly close deals with a lunch and a few sweet words, while they needed extensive negotiations to sign contracts.

Yet, Aurelia believed that work required a process of experience to be skillful.

Even if Kimberly could charm her way through now, what about the future?

Aurelia comforted Millie, saying, “Don’t dwell on it. Let’s focus on working diligently.”

Reluctantly, Millie nodded, staring at the high heels under Kimberly’s desk, lost in thought.

Aurelia paid no mind, pulling her up from her seat. “Come on, let’s go for lunch.”

Millie snapped back to reality, surprised. “Don’t you bring your own lunch?”

Aurelia sighed, “These days have been a bit hectic. I might skip bringing lunch.”

her mother’s illness, so she didn’t inquire further. She followed Aurelia into

appropriate time to talk with her husband, Leslie, about

refrigerator had startled her

pursue a quick divorce,

a peaceful life

and Millie coincidentally witnessed Kimberly getting

onlookers‘ eyes displayed a spectrum of emotions–envy,

already the tenth different luxury car. Truly jealous of

the morning, and a courier delivers them by noon. She claims they’re all gifts from admirers. I can’t

why don’t you try it? Remember to reveal half of your chest,”

Millie clenched her fists, and

rides with someone else. Can you stomach this? What if she seals the deal? She’ll become the assistant

to not eat lunch because of her? Besides, he rejected offers from the top five advertising companies in Seacester, I

something instead of just waiting?” Millie

have a plan. Besides, even if I follow her now, it would

having only eaten

expression, followed Aurelia

once everyone was back, they drew the

of high heels, accompanied

the ride. We’ll chat

the office staff vanished, each craning their

massive Louis Vuitton paper bag, wearing a self–satisfied

saying, “Sorry, did I disturb you? How about I

of afternoon tea. All eyes were

what’s this?” someone

gift from Mr. Lynch. I declined, but he insisted. After all, he’s our client, and I couldn’t refuse. But I already have so many bags,” Kimberly explained, her hands swiftly unwrapping the box, revealing the bag amid

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Did

slinging the handbag over her arm and turning

couldn’t fathom how Kimberly managed to turn in her

smiled, offering a friendly reminder, “Kimberly, as a potential business partner, the company prohibits accepting gifts. Plus, Mr. Lynch is

few colleagues in the office, particularly the ones who disliked Kimberly, chuckled at

were already married, they

husband taking another woman out for lunch and presenting her with an expensive

could tolerate such

that Mr. Lynch. and I clicked instantly. This

personal gift,”

exchanged among the colleagues became even more

strangers. Today, they were suddenly good