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.”

so she didn’t inquire further. She followed

to talk with her husband, Leslie,

the empty refrigerator had startled

pursue a quick divorce, it was

understanding for a

Millie coincidentally witnessed Kimberly getting into

onlookers‘ eyes displayed a spectrum of emotions–envy, admiration,

the tenth different luxury car. Truly jealous of Kimberly, remarked

She posts about her favorite designer brands in the morning, and a courier delivers them by noon. She claims they’re all gifts

don’t you try it? Remember to reveal

this, Millie clenched her fists,

her! She’s already hitching rides with someone else. Can you stomach this? What if

the top five advertising companies in Seacester, I don’t think the boss

just waiting?” Millie said

even if I follow her now, it would only annoy her. Our effort wouldn’t pay

only eaten a sandwich early

wearing a frustrated expression,

office, once everyone was

high heels, accompanied by

you for the ride. We’ll chat again next

sound of Kimberly’s voice, the drowsiness of the office staff vanished, each craning their necks

Vuitton paper bag,

she pretended to be apologetic, saying, “Sorry, did I disturb you? How about

to the offer of afternoon tea. All eyes

this?” someone

a welcome 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

Chapter 11

That’s easily 24,000 dollars! Did Mr.

Kimberly casually remarked, slinging the handbag over

to turn in her direction. “Aurelia, is it nice?”

potential

particularly the ones

who were already married,

another woman out for lunch and

tolerate

Lynch. and I clicked instantly.

a personal gift,” Aurelia

among the colleagues became even more

were strangers. Today, they were suddenly good friends with a gift of a