Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

Chapter 2140

With her crouching stance, Katrina was certain that Ethan could see a part of her bosom. She even purposefully squeezed both of

her arms together, trying to enhance her good figure and make it more revealing.

However, Ethan simply took a pen, flipped the documents, and straightaway signed them. Katrina then slowly tidied up the

documents while smilingly saying, “Are you here alone, Mr. Quarles? Do you feel bored? Would you liketo stay here with you?”

“That's not necessary. Ethan then returned his gaze to the magazine that he was holding. When Katrina stood up, she intentionally

touched her forehead for a while before falling into Ethan's arms. With her hand pressing against his chest, she breathlessly said,

“I'm sorry. | skipped lunch and am feeling a little dizzy now.”

Ethan's eyes immediately narrowed. Staring at her hands, he coldly said, “Get your hands off me.” “I'm sorry.” Katrina's face was

flushed with embarrassment. I've already hinted at it so obviously, but he’s refusing to take my hint! Don’t tellhe won't react

even if | stood naked in front of him?!

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“You can leave now,” Ethan muttered, his face darkening. He did not enjoy being disturbed. “Alright. I'm leaving right now.” Katrina

took the documents and hurriedly exited the room.

The moment she left the room, she heaved a deep breath. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't attract Ethan, but Josephine

could. What precisely does Josephine have to enchant Ethan so much? In what way am | inferior to her?

“Josephine, what exactly have you done to bewitch Mr. Quarles?” Katrina mumbled as she walked away, feeling disappointed.

When she returned to the company, Josephine was in the pantry, appearing to be writing something with a cup of coffee beside

her. She was dressed in a gray blouse and skirt, with her hair tied messily on top of her head. She looked far from elegant and

appeared rather sloppy instead. Katrina couldn’t help but wonder what it was about Josephine that Ethan liked.

At this point, Josephine sipped her coffee and gazed out the window, seemingly thinking of something. Her side profile was lovely,

with her sharp nose and soft lips. Even her jawline appeared flawless. As she blinked her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, displaying

the allure of a professional woman.

Katrina felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that. It was undeniable that Josephine’s. enthusiasm for her career was something

Katrina lacked. When Katrina first joined the company, all she wanted was secure employment while looking for a wealthy guy to

marry in the future.

Unlike her, Josephine was known to be a workaholic. She treated her job as something that could establish her worth. Then again,

Josephine does not need to marry a wealthy man, Katrina reasoned. She’s the only daughter in her family. Her grandfather is a

high-ranking government official and | heard that her father works for the mayor. She totally has a good starting point in her life!

She absolutely has nothing to worry about! Comparing myself to her will just make my life appear to be worse! What makes me

angrier is that she now has a filthy rich boyfriend who loves her and only her. I've already seen it for myself. She can effortlessly

get things that most people will never be able to obtain no matter how hard they try. The world is indeed unfair.

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Meanwhile, Josephine’s phone, which was placed beside her, rang just as she finished writing. She smiled as she saw the phone's

screen and she then answered the call. “Hello, Dad! Are you back?”

“| heard that you've moved to your colleague's house for work. I'm back now, so let's have dinner together tonight at your

Grandpa's place.”

“Sure!” Josephine agreed with a smile. Her father only cback twice a month, so she would never pass up the opportunity to

get together with him.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she thought of someone and asked cautiously, “Dad, can | bring along a friend of mine to

Grandpa's place tonight?” “Friend? Your friend at work or...”

“Uh... It's my friend. A man.” Josephine had expressed it so clearly that anyone could understand what she meant. Laughter

immediately echoed from the other end of the line. “Sure! Bring him over for your Grandpa to have a look!”