Hearing this, Cassie immediately knew where her misfortune came from. 'This is the coffee you asked me to buy two hours ago. What's wrong? Don't you admit it now?' Ginger suddenly understood. 'Sorry, senior sister. I forgot. Too much time has passed and I just had a meeting. So I forgot about this.' 'Are you fine? It's all my fault that you're so wet. If I hadn't wanted to drink this, you wouldn't have run so far.' Ginger looked at Cassie with a pained expression and suggested, 'Go wipe yourself, or you'll catch a cold.' Seeing that she seemed to be guilty, Cassie was a little confused. 'I'm fine.' Although she didn't look malicious, Cassie could always see mockery and calculation in her eyes. They flashed by, and she couldn't see them clearly. Sometimes, she felt that she might see it wrongly. At the very least, it would appear that Ginger was not a bad person. However, she was most definitely not someone easy to get along with. Cassie nodded and fell silent
In the past few days, the atmosphere between Cassie and Javen had not been harmonious. Everyone knew it, but no one exposed it. When Ginger proposed to expand the company's business and develop the perfume industry, everyone agreed with her immediately. Only Cassie stood up to object, but she was criticized and reprimanded by Javen. The relationship between the two suddenly dropped to a freezing point. Javen had given Ginger full authority in this project, and the degree of importance he placed on it aroused everyone's suspicions. This Ginger couldn't possibly be the new Mrs. President, could she... However, Cassie was still sitting on the vice president's seat and no one dared to voice their doubts. In the afternoon, news of Cassie's resignation came. Ginger sat very close to Cassie. She walked up to her and watched Cassie with an expressionless face as she packed up her things. She was secretly delighted, but she still pretended to be reluctant to part with her.
'Miss Garsia is the president of the Blue Group.' Seeing that everyone was in a daze, the assistant calmly explained. The Blue Group? Was it the company that had suddenly appeared and ranked among the top three companies in the country within two years? Cassie was the president of the Blue Group. Wasn't that unbelievable? Javen couldn't help but fall into a trance as he looked at Cassie. She was full of confidence from head to toe. He remembered that a week ago, she had come to his office to discuss leaving the company with him. 'I suspect that there's something wrong with Ginger. I don't know if you believe it or not. After all, she looks quite similar to your first love.' Cassie spoke in a reserved manner. Javen could see the uneasiness in her eyes. He felt a pain in his heart. He thought he had ignored Cassie's emotions. 'I believe you.' Cassie's eyes lit up. 'Why?' 'Because the one I like right now is you, that is why I believe you.' Javen sighed
When Ginger thought about Cassie was able to find out about her identity, she felt uncertain. She was afraid that Cassie would find out the intersection between her and the Brown Group, drive her out of the company, and even send her to the police station. 200 million US dollars... that was 200 million US dollars! She framed the Smith Group on purpose. If she was caught, she would go to jail! Fortunately, Ginger had good relations with others. Looking at Cassie's aggressive manner, one woman could not help defending her. 'Although Ginger's identity is fake, Ginger is a good person and has helped me a lot.' 'Yes, I didn't finish last time. Ginger wrote it for me.' 'My son is sick, and Ginger changed shifts with me.' It was clear that some of the surrounding people had been won over by Ginger, and all of them began to speak up for her. 'What's wrong? You start to say good things about her?' Cassie felt that it was a little ridiculous. 'Why do you think that I'm th
Cassie's face instantly turned red. Seeing the slightly dangerous expression on Javen's face, she let out a languid and casual grunt. Javen's ability was too strong. Cassie didn't dare lie and could only reply truthfully. 'I'm just afraid that you'll think that I'm up to no good... If you knew who I am, would you still let me stay in the Smith Group?' Javen replied without hesitation, 'Yes.' 'Very well. I have measured the stature of a gentleman with my own pettiness.' Javen's expression didn't improve. 'Then what will you do after your identity is exposed?' Javen felt a little uneasy in his heart. He was afraid that Cassie would return to the company after exposing her identity as the president of the company. As if seeing through his worry, Cassie could not help but burst into laughter. 'Alright, don't worry. I won't go back to the Blue Group.' The lingering gloom between Javen's brows finally dissipated a little. Cassie looked at Javen's face and teased hi
Cassie was confused. 'See me?' The housekeeper nodded and spoke incoherently, 'There are about a dozen people here. They all look like bodyguards, but the clothes they are wearing are all high-quality materials. They should not be ordinary people.' Cassie suddenly had a bold idea in her mind. 'Miss Garsia, you'd better go and have a look.' Afraid that she would cause unnecessary trouble for the Smith family, Cassie nodded and walked out. A group of people stood outside. When the leader of the group saw Cassie coming out, a smile appeared on his face. 'You must be Miss Cassie. Mr. James has made an appointment with you to send me to invite you to a place.' Cassie remembered that she had promised him that she would go to the James family in a few days. These days, she had been busy dealing with various affairs, which had been delayed for a month. Cassie chuckled and said, 'You should be the housekeeper. I'm really sorry. I have something else to do, so I may not h
Cassie looked at the smug smile on Barnett's face with a hint of regret. She was pretending. The housekeeper had a headache. 'Young Master, don't make things difficult for me at this time. Please help me persuade Miss Garsia. This is the old master's order. If I can't finish it, it will be really difficult for me to report back.' Despite his impatience, Barnett nodded and said, 'Understood.' Cassie looked as if she was enjoying a good show. 'What's wrong? What are you going to say to persuade me?' 'Go back with me.' Cassie tsked. 'What, is this your attitude of begging for help?' 'Cassie, I'm not begging you!' Barnett felt as if he was driven insane by this woman. How could he have met such a eloquent woman? 'Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Why are you asking me to go in such a hurry?' Cassie stopped smiling and asked. Barnett's forehead throbbed painfully. He pressed between his eyebrows and said, 'Grandpa wants to see you.' 'Just because of that?'
The person who came was a boy about the same age as Barnett. He was tall and thin, and his skin was as white as jade. However, his eyes were clear and tender. His hair color was light, and it was a gentle maroon color. The corner of his mouth had a faint smile, which made people want to get close to him. Cassie looked at his face and his identity automatically appeared in her mind. If she guessed correctly, this should be one of Barnett's best friends, Ziad Powell. The Powell Family was involved in politics and had a significant influence in the Caliva city. However, Ziad didn't seem to be so strict and instead had a trace of lively youthfulness. Ziad saw Barnett plant flowers in the flowerbed and couldn't help but tease him, 'Do you like these flowers as well?' Barnett stood up and felt a throbbing pain in his buttocks. He held back his discomfort and said in a slightly angry voice, 'Cassie, why did you do this to me?' He originally wanted to say “kick”, but with