True Love Waits

Chapter 709 The Promotion

"Whoa! Listen to you! Your wife doesn't take her job seriously and now you're making it my fault and threatening to fire me? Who do you think you are? My boss? The president of our company? Well, fine! Fire me, then. But do it quickly. Because if you don't, Blair will be cleaning out her desk tomorrow!" the manager retorted.

No one had ever talked back to Wesley like this. With a sneer he hung up and dialed another number.

"Yeah, it's me. I need a favor. There's a corporation called Sailboat Company. Get the translation department manager fired, and replace her with Blair Jing."

So by the time Blair's alarm went off and she opened her bleary eyes, she was now the translation department manager. She didn't even know.

The minute she turned on her phone, she found it was flooded with congratulatory messages.

If she was sleepy before, now she was wide awake. Round-eyed, she read each message. 'What's going on? Am I still sleeping? Is this a dream?' she thought to herself.

She stretched, yawned, and still felt sleepy. So she decided to get some more sleep. Then Wesley burst into her room, waking her up. "Time to get up. Lunch is ready."

Blair ignored him and grabbed her phone. Those congratulatory messages were still there, and there were more on top of that. So it wasn't a dream!

It was true! She sat up abruptly and looked at Wesley. "I just got promoted!"

"Congratulations!" he said calmly.

She was too shocked to notice anything unusual about his tone. He didn't seem excited or surprised at all. "Did Orion do this?" she muttered, her eyes still fixed on the messages. Wesley was disappointed. 'I did everything and Orion gets all the credit.'

He took a new outfit from the closet and said, "Eat first. Then I'll drop you off."

"What's for lunch?" asked Blair absent-mindedly.

"Rice."

"So who cooked?"

"I did."

in surprise. "You?" Is it edible?'

on her face.

what I meant," she explained hastily as she got off the bed. But her legs were too weak to

she cried, falling

was quick enough to catch her by

flushed with embarrassment, gnawing at

about to debate with her. "Yeah, my bad." He planted a loving kiss

a little, pushed him away and ran into

by himself. Four dishes and a soup. It

edible. Tough in the wrong areas, soft in

her and said, "You need to put on some

was full, but he was still

old times. He had once been determined to feed her and have her put on a few pounds. Now things had come

to see that he had dished up only a third of the bowl. "Just

was already too full, Blair still nodded. She knew that he

wanted to leave. Wesley grabbed her arm

office. Something big happened. I have to go." She had never intended to be a department manager. The position involved too many people

quickly towards the entrance of the building. But she

will. You go ahead." Wesley still

nodded and turned around. He didn't drive off

her

Someone tipped her off as soon as Blair showed up. The former manager dropped what she was holding

was resentful. "When did you get married, anyway? Who is your husband? How did he get me fired?" Rebecca

it off. The board of directors had issued a

Blair was confused. 'My husband?

one that laid claim