My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was stunned for a moment and tried to cover up my embarrassment with a smile. Then I answered, "Yesterday, I met an old friend and had a few drinks with him. Then, we got so high that we spent the whole

night at the bar."

I knew that this excuse was a bit far-fetched, but I couldn't find anything else suitable.

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In order to alleviate my embarrassment, I asked him, "Mr. Milton, have you had breakfast?"

I had forgotten that my current job was to be responsible for this big boss's every meal.

He didn't speak, seemingly not wanting to talk to me. Instead, he turned around and went straight into his own office.

After thinking for a while, I went downstairs to buy some breakfast. When I came back, I saw that Sebastian was not in.

I didn't see Linda, but later I remembered that I had a meeting that morning, so I hurriedly went into the conference room.

As soon as I entered, the person presenting stopped. I was a little awkward. I looked up and saw that everyone in the conference room was looking at me.

How embarrassing!

but apologize, "Sorry to interrupt! Apologies

at the front, staring at me. Then he signaled

meeting stretched through the morning and was torturous to sit through.

"Arianna Reid!"

tracks and turned back to look at him. I smiled

had a meeting today?" He

nodded and shook my head again. Feeling a little helpless, I said, "Mr. Milton, I'm

Roberts Group and Granger Groups, which spoke for your abilities, so I bypassed the

any job, you should take it

my head repeatedly,

a bad mood. He walked around me, and straight out of the

still feeling like a

Seeing that I was still down, she said, "Mr. Milton treats work very strictly. You're new here. You'll be fine after getting used to it for a few days." Hearing her comforting words, I looked up at her in

be a homemaker relying on her husband,

leave, she looked back at me, saying, "By the way, I'll tell you a neat trick. Mr. Milton likes sweets, but he rarely gets to eat them. You should