Chapter 11 Let Me Earn My Money

After the incident, Josie’s popularity in the design department was no longer what it used to be. People would gossip whenever she was around. Those that were extreme would deliberately bump into her just to insult her.

She put up with all of it.

“It’s alright.” She would comfort herself. It was nothing compared to her salary.

At night, Dexter reached home late after attending an unplanned meeting.

He shrugged off his coat and changed into his indoor slippers. As he was about to head upstairs, he noticed a slim figure curled up on the sofa.

The woman seemed to be restless. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she mumbled in her sleep.

He went up to her and listened.

“Get out of my way, you bunch of stupid admirers… Stay away… Let me earn my money…”

He furrowed his forehead speechlessly.

How badly off is she that she’s even dreaming about earning money?

At that moment, the laptop screen before Josie flickered. Dexter noticed an interior design plan opened on the screen.

Although it was just a rough draft, Josie’s ideas and thoughts that went into the design were apparent. Every stroke of the drawing showed off her skill and talent in designing.

A rare look of admiration flashed across Dexter’s face. But he was bewildered.

under the radar for all these years if she had

“Nghh…”

sleep. A teardrop fell from her

and watched as she muttered again after

“Dad…”

in his eyes turned into a

Russell, you’re back…” A maid’s voice rang across the room. Dexter made a silent gesture, and

“Bring her a blanket.”

around and went up

The next day.

her sleep. She was confused as the

The maid’s voice rang in Josie’s ears as she exercised her stiff shoulders and said,

could say another word, Josie hurried upstairs to freshen up. The

to the company and managed to clock in just in

employees when a strong force

She would have become the company’s joke if she didn’t hold on

up with a frown

the elevator door closed, the man’s look of

She was speechless.

that hares may pull dead lions by the

“Get in.”

paused at the

of foreboding when she looked over to

I’ll just wait

arm and

was about

raised her arms instinctively to protect herself. The pain she was expecting didn’t

her throat as

hand was on

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