My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

It was lunch break. Most of the employees had gone to have lunch. When Freya and I went in, there was almost no one in the office.

We heard some employees gossiping. They were chuckling loudly. "Oh, I don't think that'll happen. Even if Miss Zanes has the ability, she doesn't have the right!" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Another replied, "That's not necessarily true. What if she and Mr. Roberts suddenly clicked? If she really succeeds at becoming Mrs. Roberts, you'll have to flatter her as much as you can to get ahead!"

The unscrupulous gossip in the break room was particularly clear in the quiet office. Without waiting for Freya to say more, I had already walked towards the direction of the gossipers. I deliberately slowed down my footsteps, walked to the door, and quietly leaned in to see what was going on inside.

There were a total of six men and women sitting on the sofa with their backs to the door, still continuing the topic.

"Perhaps Mr. Roberts is interested in Miss Zanes. The President has hired so many female secretaries, and Miss Zanes is the one who stayed the longest. Furthermore, I heard someone say that she cooks for Mr. Roberts every day. As the saying goes, the best way to a man's heart is through his stomach. It won't be long before she seizes him!"

impressed by something like this. He gets to eat exquisite food everyday! Come on, and you're in the Planning Department? You're so simple- minded, it's no wonder that you

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of debate in the room and I was particularly interested in it, but Freya must have felt something, and

went on talking, things

my mouth and deliberately cleared my throat. I put on a serious expression and prepared

into silence in the blink of an eye, and the staff all looked at me and

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the aisle, holding a lunch box and a pile of documents in her other hand. She frowned slightly and looked at

remembered that clearly. In addition, her tone was much happier when she called me Miss Reid, compared to when she had to call me

up to her excitedly. I quickly grabbed her wrist and gave her a look, which indicated that I could handle it myself. She relaxed and looked at me expectantly. I pursed my lips and turned to look at Estella with a polite smile. "Miss Zanes,

showed an embarrassed look.