Menantu Pahlawan Negara by Sarjana

Chapter 10

Aurelia opened the door slightly, extending a hand to push out a copy of the agreement without stepping out from her room.

“Sorry about your coat. My wet hair got on it. I’ll wash and return it tomorrow.”

“And the clothes you left on the sofa should be done in the washing machine. Dry them yourself.”

“Oh, if you have any secrets you find hard to share, I’ve organized events for hospitals before so I know many doctors. I can introduce you.

Leslie hesitated. A hidden secret? Did he seem like the kind of person involved in such matters?

Just as he was about to inquire, Aurelia’s bedroom door had already closed.

Well, should he bother explaining to her what a hidden secret meant?

Leslie turned towards the laundry room on the balcony, opened the washing machine, and found it filled with clothes Daniel had bought to create chaos.

Displeased, Leslie took out the clothes, preparing to throw them away, and a pair of underwear fell out.

Leslie finally understood what Aurelia meant by a hidden secret.

It seemed Daniel was asking to be fired.

Leslie angrily threw all the clothes into the trash bin.

On his way back to the room, he passed the guest bathroom.

Earlier, Aurelia mentioned the shower in the guest bathroom was broken, and he always felt she was just making excuses.

Leslie, almost involuntarily, entered the guest bathroom, turned on the shower, and found not drop of water coming from the overhead.

After inspection, he realized there was a problem with the water pipe. Such an issue couldn’t be intentional, so Aurelia didn’t lie to him.

Which of her statements were true, and which were false?

At 6:00 am, Aurelia reflexively woke up to her alarm. She stretched and quietly headed to the kitchen after a quick wash–up.

Aurelia habitually opened the fridge to minimize her presence and avoid encounters with Leslie.

However, she was puzzled by its sparse contents–just a few eggs and half a bag of toast.

sustaining himself on

a proper meal, she settled for

found Leslie’s

she prepared breakfast for him, acknowledging the struggles of a working person who had taken Linda’s

by 7:30 am, Aurelia briskly made her way to the subway with

hour later,

him to pause.

the room. The lingering scent of

an additional presence in the house, but seeing

women who knew when

Leslie left the

the company was still relatively

she quickly sat down and opened her computer to gather

head full of only those few words from the materials, she decided to check which companies had their proposals rejected last

advertising agencies in Seacester, with over a decade of planning experience and a history of managing

been turned down by

banquet did

that the liaison for this collaboration was Jason, the manager

online to look

provide details, but he didn’t stop her from seeking information from someone else, Aurelia, noting the time was 8:30 am, a suitable time to start the

matter how many times she

moment, colleagues started trickling into the office, laughing and chatting, with Kimberly

to push yourself so

me. You swiftly secured Mr. Lynch, the manager in charge of this collaboration. I heard he’s

wouldn’t understand. We chatted until midnight, still feeling like there was more to discuss. It seems conversations flow

Aurelia’s desk,

cleavage

smiled back and, using the excuse of wiping the desk, gently pushed Kimberly’s

I heard. Staying late chatting with him–his wife must be pretty chill?”

suggested that Kimberly

amused glances with a hint

known for her love of flaunting, had fans and critics. Some of them adored her, while others enjoyed watching the drama

world works. Connections are resources. So, I think you better not

waste of

said, pushing past Kimberly. Heading to the water dispenser, she poured herself a cup of coffee and stood at the pantry, gazing into

be deceiving to say that it wasn’t

her influential uncle backing her up, doing everything a step faster

Aurelia must put in extra effort to secure this

a sip of her coffee, energizing herself, ready to meet this