Mariel beceven more puzzled, "Hot? It's so cold with the air conditioning, and you're still feeling hot?"
Reese was embarrassed and speechless, "Just shut up. Do you have anything else to say?"
Between her and Mariel, they seemed to have grown a bit closer, becoming instantly familiar, naturally
transforming into friends. Their casual and natural interactions carried no discomfort whatsoever.
Friendship between women was intense, swift, much like love itself. It left no traces until suddenly realized, and
by then, that person had already claimed a place in her heart.
Mariel pouted, poured herself a glass of water, and sat next to her, "It's nothing major, just wanted to talk to you.
Those custom-made jewels of mine - feel free to design them however you want. I'll love them regardless of how
they turn out, as long as it's your design!"
Reese stared at her as if she were a fool, remaining silent.
Mariel had spent money, and she wouldn't let that go to waste.
Unconcerned by her gaze, Mariel continued, "Of course, the main reason | ctoday was to share the joy of
breaking off my engagement. Oh, and my elder brother made a move - that Anika Styles got suppressed,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtensuring she won't cause trouble anymore!"
Reese took a sip of her coffee, "When looking for a man in the future, use your brain, keep your eyes sharp, and
don't end up with a scumbag like Walter Simmons!"
Mariel suddenly chuckled with a hint of flirtation, "So you mean | should go for someone like Lukas Strakovski?"
Hearing this, a flustered expression crossed Reese's face. She quickly glanced around, realizing there was no one
nearby, and lowered her voice, "Don't talk nonsense! Don't mention our relationship at work, and by the way,
we're not what you're thinking!"
Mariel pouted, "Alright, | won't say anything! Don't worry, | can keep a secret!"
Reese glanced at her and chuckled, "I really couldn't tell!"
Mariel playfully winked at her, grinning broadly, "These things aren't obvious to the naked eye. You'll have to
observe carefully in the future!"
Reese shook her head with exasperation, "Enough teasing, | need to work. You should head home!"
Mariel was a wealthy young lady without a job, her daily tasks consisting of shopping, attending fashion
exhibitions, and social gatherings.
As Reese was about to head to work, Mariel suddenly grabbed her arm, "Oh, Lia, don't you have a friend working
at Strakovski's too? When you both have time, let's have dinner together. We can all get acquainted!"
Thinking of Ava, Reese pursed her lips, "Let's see when the tcomes!"
Mariel nodded.
Reese returned to the design department to work.
As soon as she entered, she heard colleagues discussing how Molly had been disciplined yesterday.
She frowned, turned on her computer, and found out that Molly Richmond had received a company-wide
reprimand. For the next ten years, she was disqualified from participating in the Century Jewelry Competition,
and her year-end bonus would be deducted!
Company-wide reprimands and deduction of bonuses were trivial matters.
But for a jewelry designer, being disqualified from the Century Jewelry Competition was equivalent to blocking
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmher entry into the world of jewelry fashion. Molly was likely infuriated!
Indeed, as soon as Reese finished reading the reprimand on her computer, she saw Molly glaring at her with a
venomous gaze, much like a snake baring its fangs.
Reese furrowed her brows, lowered her head, and focused on her design sketch.
Molly stood up abruptly, knocking her chair into a nearby desk with a loud noise, venting her frustration as if
unleashing her displeasure.
After she left, Chloe quickly followed her.
Meanwhile, Mariel exited the restroom after a moment, her hand freezing in place upon hearing a somewhat
familiar voice.
Her hand suddenly froze in midair.
"Bitch! She's infuriating me! Who does that Reese Roberts think she is with that attitude? She's only acting so
arrogantly because Director Hopkins is protecting her. She lost two orders and now has the nerve to mock me!
Why is the company treatinglike this? Why!"
As soon as Molly entered the restroom, she began venting her frustration with an outburst of anger.