Chap 11: not in the same circle

Dahlia's POV

The next morning, my head hurt like it was about to split. I woke up quite early, watered the flower beds outside, meticulously took care of them, and then prepared to go to the company.

Outside, Faye was picked up by her family. Last night Gideon spoke up, so the Evans family didn't dare keep her here. When she left, I leaned against the hallway pillar in the yard, holding my arm and looking at her.

Fate is such a magical coincidence. A week ago Baron, her brother, was standing in the same place watching me leave the Evans house. Then a week later, I was standing here, watching Faye leave just like that.

However, my heart is no longer the same as before, and I don't feel like there's anything worth being proud of. I'm in the position of someone who proactively breaks up to keep some dignity for myself. And Faye stubbornly wanted to take my place.

While I was having breakfast, Gideon's car pulled into the yard. His car is a large Maybach. When parked on the grass in the yard, it made a sound like heavy machinery pressing on the grass.

I glanced outside then coldly withdrew my gaze.

When Gideon entered, behind him was a group of assistants and advisors. They stayed up all night but their spirits seemed to be very high. This has been a rule of the Evans family for many years. Although Gideon's personality is really arrogant, he knows how to recruit talented people and treats his subordinates very well. This is not the first time he has brought this group of people home for breakfast.

Those elites have never put me in their sights since ancient times. After nodding at me for formality, they immediately circled around me and gathered to sit together at the dining table.

I saw them coming in, but it was also a formality. Quickly eating some more, I prepared to go upstairs.

"Stop!"

As soon as Gideon entered, he saw me getting ready to run. He blocked my way. Seeing that I didn't eat many dishes, he frowned unhappily: "Is it enough to eat so little?"

“Ah… can't eat anything.” I answered perfunctorily but was still held back.

“Try something else?”

Gideon said other dishes, meaning dishes that never suited my taste. He and the group of people next to him almost all grew up abroad, so they soon got used to the taste there. To me, they feel a bit cold and dry.

But because I couldn't leave, I had to carry a bowl of porridge and a plate of cakes and sit among those people, like an outsider. My whole body is writing the three words "not elite" among the elite group.

I quietly sipped my porridge, listening to the others and Gideon discuss something I didn't understand. It seems that these people have the ability to eliminate people who do not belong to the same category as them. They don't need to reject me, because they already have arrogance in their bones, so they can easily make others feel ashamed and retreat. Therefore, although on the surface they were polite, polite and courteous, I could not stand it.

But now I no longer feel inferior. I gradually realized that not everyone lives in that circle. In this world, if people like Gideon Evans exist, of course there must be a circle suitable for him. Likewise, if someone like me exists in this world, there must be a circle that accommodates me.

For circles that are not compatible with each other, we don't need to forcefully intervene.

I finished eating, quickly went upstairs, then went to the company. Returning to my comfortable circle, I relaxed my tense and tired shoulders and stretched extremely refreshingly. Looking up, I saw a person secretly trying to enter.

"Come in."

Esther walked in gingerly: “Dahlia, I'm really sorry about yesterday.”

Yesterday I was at the police station waiting for Esther to bring my ID card. The result can't wait for her, on the contrary, it can wait for Gideon.

“You have to listen to my explanation. Yesterday I really couldn't find my car keys so I called my brother to help. By the time I found big brother… you were taken away by Gideon.”

“Okay, I don't blame you.”

Esther quickly showed an expression of wanting to hug my leg to please me: “It was me who was wrong. I didn't save you in time, and I ended up causing you to become a minor."

“Do you still dare to say this?”

“If you hadn't grown up too immature, would the police have taken you away?”

I was really provoked and laughed out loud: "Is it my fault?"

Esther quickly replied: "No, it's mine, it's mine."

I temporarily forgive Esther. During the day, the office is busy all day long. My current life suddenly became extremely rich.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening, and I didn't return to Evans' house. I returned to my mother's small apartment in a civilized residential area. When I got home, I tidied up the things I brought from Evans' house a bit, especially the painting tools. By the time I noticed the clock, night was gradually falling. Feeling my empty, rumbling stomach, I took out my phone to order some fast food.

Not yet ten o'clock at night, the doorbell rang. At that time, I was squatting in the bathroom cleaning my painting tools. Hearing the bell, I quickly washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom barefoot. The floor outside was a bit cold, making me shiver. I ran and jumped to the main door to get food.

My heart was filled with joy as I thought the food had arrived. On weekdays, I eat the Evans family's diet, not greasy, not too spicy. In short, don't eat things that affect their health. Right now, I want to pamper myself even though my stomach might not be okay afterward.

“Come here now.”

I happily opened the door. As a result, I couldn't find the fast food delivery person, but instead I ran into someone I didn't want to meet.

Life is always like that, often when you are not paying attention, it will give you a fatal blow. At first, you think you'll get fresh flowers and delicious packaged food. But it was all just bait for you to throw grenades at.

I doubted life again. Looking at the person in front of me, my heart uncontrollably ached. The person standing outside the door made my entire heart tremble.

“Why did you come here?”