The Yintern Group's dormitory could be described as simple. There wasn't any washing machine or air conditioner in the dorm. The weather was extremely cold. Jenna turned on the faucet on her balcony and washed her clothes. Her hand turned red when it came into contact with the ice-cold water. She lowered her head as she forcefully rubbed her clothes together. "Lexantra, the water is too cold. I think it's better for you to bring your laundry back to the office and use the washing machine there," Joanne, Jenna's colleague, said when she saw Jenna washing her clothes with great effort. "Miss Gambon, you're here. Please have a seat." Jenna looked up at Joanne and greeted her with a smile, "Make yourself at home. I don't have the time to entertain you." Joanne was from Tamberland and was fluent in Srirano's local language. She also knew this country very well as her parents had a business establishment here. They had immigrated to this country many
"Hey, look at you, you're shivering. Even if you enjoy doing laundry, the water is still too cold. Come on, let's get out of the dormitory. It's freaking cold in here. I'll take you out for a cafe au lait. I also have something to discuss with you." Steffan tugged at Jenna's hand, urging her to follow him. Jenna's body was not on good terms with the cold. She could not help but to shiver as soon as she stepped out into the cold. Steffan had to protect her from the cold wind before quickly heading back to her room to fetch her down jacket. Once he helped her put it on, only then did he lead her onto the streets. In the concrete jungle of Colombo's prime business district. Steffan brought Jenna to a decent cafe. He ordered a cup of Brazilian coffee as well as some desserts. He had ordered an entire table's worth of delicious and fragrant food. The two sat opposite each other. The temperature in the cafe was perfect. As Jenna sipped on her cup of
"Hey, I heard that our company is planning to hire Master Adames. This is electrifying news." Several secretaries were chattering in the office. "It is. It'll be great if he joins the Yintern Group. With him joining forces with Lexantra, I'm sure our company's business will see a boom. Mr. Yintern said that if our business is good, then he will give us all a raise," Joanne announced. "A raise?" Everyone's eyes brightened up when they heard this. "Yes, I heard it with my own ears. He also said that he will give the design department a higher increment compared to the others." Joanne stroked her chin with her hand, her face full of smiles. "Kudos to Lexantra! We are very lucky to have one heck of an outstanding designer." "That's true. Lexantra is an outstanding designer. I once heard that there was a famous automotive designer by the name Jenna Murphy. They say it was rare to find such a talented designer, but it seems that Lexantra has surpassed her. It looks li
On a freezing cold morning. Jenna went to Zevulon's house as usual. To her surprise, Zevulon's door was already open. The courtyard that she had tidied up the day before was not as messy as she would usually find it to be. It seemed like he had deliberately sorted out the place. It looked immaculately clean and neat. No sooner had Jenna pushed through the door that she heard the sounds of someone rifling through something. Was Mr. Tangger already awake? Zevulon would usually have a drink or two before bed and would not get up until noon. Usually around that time, he would still be in dreamland. "Dory, you're here! Quick! I need help with my outfit," Zevulon said excitedly when he saw her. He seemed to have been waiting for her. Jenna was stunned. At that time, in Zevulon's room, his closet door was wide open and there were clothes strewn all over his bed. Zevulon had a suit in his hand while checking himself in the mirror, clearly l
The plane was flying through the clouds in the blue sky. With his glasses on, Hansen rested his eyes in the first-class cabin. Alvin, who was seated next to him, said softly, "Mr. Richards, John and I did an investigation on the automobile companies owned by people from Tamberland. There are not many families with the last name Yintern, but there is one from Capital City and they own a company. However, they are involved in automotive design, not so much in developing luxury cars. They have subsidiaries that produce cars overseas." "Oh?" Hansen's expression changed. "Which company are you referring to?" "Mr. Richards, I was referring to the Yintern Group. The Yintern family is one of the most notable families in Capital City. They can be described as a scholarly family. Although Laisoman Yintern has never served in the army, he was appointed as a government official. He has two sons and a daughter. After he passed away, his second son, Genaro Yintern, has been v
"Hi, can you please give her a full body makeover? I want her to look as elegant as possible," Steffan informed the manager, who greeted them at the entrance of the beauty salon. After that, he turned to look at Jenna with a smile and said encouragingly, "Don't worry, it won't take long." Only when he saw the smile on Jenna's face did he turn around and walk happily towards the chairs in the waiting area. Of course, the manager of the beauty salon knew who Steffan was. She immediately instructed her best makeup artist to do Jenna's makeup. After that, she brought a glass of cold water to Steffan. "Mr. Yintern, that lady must be your girlfriend. It looks like an important event awaits you both." After saying that, she handed over the glass of cold water to Steffan. According to Srirano's customs, the host had to serve their distinguished guests a glass of cold water as a sign of respect. Steffan was delighted when he heard the manager's words. He smil
Yurij guffawed in a loud, self-deprecating way. "Steffan, c'mon, don't be like this!" After saying that, Yurij took a step forward, approached Steffan, and spoke with a bitter expression. "Steffan, you know that the current economy is not doing well. Our company in Capital City is mainly focused on literary and artistic products. Not many people are interested in them these days. Plus, the government has imposed heavy taxes on corporations. After Master Yintern passed away, our regular patrons don't visit us anymore. Our family is basically going broke soon, and it won't be an understatement to say that it would be a terrible sight." Yurij complained about his hardships. He was glib-tongued. Steffan's expression was getting colder by the minute. The only time Yurji would come to look for him was when he needed money. He would always make up all sorts of excuses. Yurij was not cut out to be a businessman. He was lazy but he was very good at sweet-talking. H
Steffan sauntered towards her with a smile on his face. Hansen was surrounded by a huge crowd as he walked forward. For some reason, he smelled a familiar scent as it wafted through the air. He naturally slowed down. He wanted to turn around and track down this scent. Unfortunately, at that time, a few luxury cars drove over and stopped in front of him. "Mr. Richards, please." Corrine, his secretary, opened the car door and politely gestured for him to enter the car. Alvin carefully led him to the car and said softly, "Mr. Richards, be careful. Step in front, just a little." Hansen thought for a moment, but he soon dismissed the idea and was forced to enter the car. The car was started. Hansen was seated in the back seat. He turned around and looked outside through the tinted windows. Although his vision was compromised, he could somewhat see a gorgeous woman standing not too far away, smiling at him. He was shocke