After John knocked on Nicole’s door, he entered the room without waiting for her response.

“Ms. Tussaud, you must have worked hard. Why don’t you take a rest?”

“It’s all right.” Nicole looked up at him. Her gaze then lowered to look at the fancy box in his hands. “What’s this?”

With an overjoyed expression, John explained, “Ms. Tussaud, our president ordered this from the best dessert store in the city for you. Do try it.”

Evan ordered this for me?

From the best dessert store?

Nicole stared at John in disbelief, wondering if she had heard him wrong. That bastard Evan. How can he possibly be nice to me?

“I beg your pardon?”

John looked at her before repeating his words in a serious tone. He even added, “Ms. Tussaud, you didn’t hear me wrong. Mr. Seet had specially ordered this for you.”

Did Evan really ordered this for me?

What happened to him? Does he have ulterior motives?

no free lunches in this world.

his brows, John looked at the contemplating woman. “Ms. Tussaud, our president is actually nice to his employees. Last month, one of the staff members’ family was diagnosed with

an inapproachable man like Evan

is encouraging

It seems like the collaboration with A

her worth, Nicole

buy the cake. It was a long queue for the new products of the dessert store. Not to mention that even if she had the money for it, she still might not

for nearly

the way Maya’s eyes lit up at the sight

She’ll love it.

“Ms. Tussaud, try it.”

dragged Nicole back to her senses. “Work is more important. Please thank Mr. Seet for the cake on my

Um…

her for a bite, but that

they seemed to be on good terms; one had sent a cake, and the other had

Seet will be happy

to the president’s office, Evan stared at John,

his head. “No. She’s busy with work. She said she’ll bring it home to eat, and she said

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