"Aren't you afraid that she'll—" Liam didn't finish his sentence. He felt that he shouldn't be the one mentioning this matter, so he kept quiet. "Are you saying she might think of weird ways to get what she wants?" Damon glanced at Liam. "Mrs. Bishop is a smart woman, after all." And she'd get what she wanted by any necessary means. Liam didn't say the latter part to Damon. "Anyone who dares to give her money right now will be an enemy of mine!" Damon's face was still hard and cold. He was expressionless. Of course, he knew that people were willing to give Celeste money. People like Megan, Winston, and Lawrence could easily pay off her 60 million dollars. But apart from taking this gamble, Damon had no other choice. …"In the hospital, wasn't he angry when he couldn't transfer his shares in Prestige to you? He changed his mind in such a short time. What a piece of trash." Megan flipped through Celeste's VAM agreement and rolled her eyes. "I'll give you 60 million dollars.
When Damon reached home, Celeste had already left. The Himalayan bag and half the set of poker cards were thrown onto his office desk. She even left a note. Her words looked just as angry as she probably was. "I hope you lose every game of poker from now on." She took all the good cards in the poker. Although the box containing the cards wasn't made of pure gold, it looked like gold alloy. She even found a screwdriver to remove all the gold from the box and took them away. "What a childish woman!" Damon couldn't help but want to laugh. He sent a text to Liam on WhatsApp. "Keep an eye on the latest market of second-hand luxury goods." "What do you want to buy?" "That would depend on what Celeste is planning to sell?" Damon was right. Celeste took these things away, intending to sell them as second-hand goods. The poker cards were made of pure gold and worthed a lot. As for her bags, they were all rare items being sold discreetly in the luxury stores under the casino
"Celeste York, do you think I've never shopped for bags like these before? I'd believe it if they set up such purchase policies for the Kelly and Saddle bag. But this bag can be sold anywhere on the street, and you're saying it has a purchase policy? "And this bag, I can buy this anywhere. Since you say they were bought under the same purchase policies, where are their accessories?" Leah scoffed at Celeste's casual attempt at lying to her. "Oh? It was Damon who told me all that. Someone born into a poor family like me wouldn't understand it anyway. You should get new bags then, Ms. Sullivan." Celeste pretended to look awkward. She was about to keep the bags away. "I'll pay you two million dollars. You'll earn a profit of 300 thousand." Leah gritted her teeth. Celeste shook her head. "It's okay, Ms. Sullivan. I'm not selling them to you anymore. You should get new ones." Leah had plans to buy the bags, but she didn't want to be scammed this way. After some thinking, she notice
The headquarters of Leo Jewels was far from Celeste's place. She wrongly got out of the train twice. After that, only she managed to find the location. Celeste submitted her resume a week ago. After seeing and talking to someone from the human resources department, she thought she'd have to return and wait for the news. To her surprise, she was told to meet up with Spencer. Spencer wasn't very tall. He seemed to be at a height of five feet and eight inches. He had long hair and wore a white shirt under his black suit. Other than that, he wore a pair of men's skirt pants.His appearance and clothing made him appear androgynous. He also wore a pair of feminine pearl earrings. Many men in this industry had similar fashion tastes, so Celeste wasn't surprised. But the look on Spencer's face was arrogant and cold. It was enough to make anyone terrified. Celeste's heart thumped hard as it was her first time meeting her idol. "Hello, Leo. I'm Celeste York." She introduced herself in
Winston was right. Celeste lost hope. "What should I do? I need money." "You need 57 million dollars? I can lend the money to you." In Winston's eyes, that was no different than 57 hundred dollars. "Ah, there's no need for that. Just include me if you ever see any good projects," Celeste quickly said. "I did invest in a production line recently. Just wait for a few days. I'll contact you by then." After some thinking, Winston said. He agreed to help her. …After failing the job interview with Spencer, Celeste didn't sit back and do nothing. She downloaded a few job applications. She started to send resumes to companies all over the world. Having higher qualifications was a hurdle for her. Although she was the top scorer during the high school final exams, she hadn't reached the level of possessing a "degree qualification and above". She was troubled by this matter. Those willing to hire her asked her to do modeling jobs for cars, magazines, and shopping platforms. These
The next day, Celeste received a call. It was the staff from Leo Jewel's human resources department. "Ms. York, we've made a comprehensive comparison among the candidates and have decided that you're suitable for the role in our company. Please drop by to onboard yourself tomorrow morning." "Ah. Unfortunately, I don't appreciate the work culture of your company. Please look for somebody else to fill that role," Celeste said. What a joke. The mere thought of having someone with a weird temper like Spencer as her boss sent shivers down her spine. The staff member ended the call in disappointment. Soon, he called again. "Is there any room for negotiation, Ms. York? We'll double your pay." Initially, the agreed salary for her was 20 thousand dollars. Doubling the pay would mean she'd get 40 thousand dollars. It was a pretty tempting offer. Celeste thought about it. Spencer's sudden desire to hire her couldn't be because she was irreplaceable. In Taverdale, many people could t
Spencer's car was a Palamela painted in pink. It suited his neutral temperament well. Celeste sat in the driver's seat. She assumed Spencer would sit in the back since he was her boss. To her surprise, he sat candidly beside her. "Leo, you can rest in the backseat if you want," she reminded him kindly. "There's no need for that," Spencer said. He suddenly leaned toward Celeste. "Seems like you haven't spoken any Tavernese to me." "Uh…" That was right. She had to teach him Tavernese. "Sorry, I was afraid you wouldn't understand," she told him truthfully. A hint of unknown emotion flashed across his eyes. "Your Tavernese…" "What?" Celeste encouraged him to continue. "Nothing." Suddenly, Spencer looked ahead and became quiet. He had flirted with Celeste for a whole morning. At first, he didn't think she was anything special. He had little to no knowledge about women in Taverdale. He thought Celeste was no different from those pretty Southern women, models, and artists
"I'm not going to drink that." Celeste had a feeling that Spencer wasn't easy to deal with. She didn't want to set a precedent like this on her first day of work. "I'll pay you ten thousand for each drink." He went close to her ear and said. The organizers were clever. When they saw Spencer's reaction, they started to persuade Celeste. "Here, Ms. York. I'd like to propose a toast to you. I'll likely have to trouble you in the future." "Ms. York, not only are you gorgeous, you're an intelligent woman too. You exude such an extraordinary air." "Ms. York has achieved so much at such a young age…" …Since he was paying her ten thousand dollars for each drink, she didn't mind having a few glasses to drink. Celeste said in a low voice, "Don't forget your promise." Then, she stood up graciously and filled her glass. "Thanks for your warm welcome. I'll be taking this drink in Leo's place. Cheers. Please help yourselves." She was just trying to make money, so it shouldn't b