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
After over ten minutes, Celeste returned to the private room. "Sorry, everyone. I had too much to drink and went to the wrong floor. As a punishment, I'll have another glass." Smiling, she said to everyone. She raised her glass calmly. Everyone didn't know what happened. Seeing Celeste's cool-headed attitude, they didn't doubt a word she said. "I thought you got scared by us and ran away." "Cheers, Ms. York." "You're such a cool woman, Ms. York." …Everyone got excited again. Someone made a harmless joke, and the rest laughed. Celeste raised her glass and laughed as well. She turned her head around to look at Spencer. He was the only one who didn't smile. He seemed cold and down like usual again. Only then did Celeste realize he hadn't spoken a word since she returned to the private room. Perhaps he was unhappy with her for leaving so long. Celeste thought about all the things Damon did to her in the bathroom. She blushed. …After Damon came out of the bathroom, h
Spencer followed Celeste not long after she left the private room. The reason why he didn't walk to her right away was because he saw Damon. The two didn't come out of the bathroom after they entered. It was clear what they were doing inside. He went after them. He then heard some soft noises from the bathroom stall. He couldn't describe how he was feeling. But it was suffocating. She was just an assistant to him. He shouldn't be angry at her for slacking off for ten minutes when she was supposed to "work". He wasn't in the place to judge whether or not Celeste was shameless or demure. The reason why he was so upset was clearly because the man was Damon! He had had enough of being compared to Damon in every aspect of his life! Damon would always be his nemesis. He was being honest that he didn't initially want to give Celeste the job offer. That was because he didn't want a woman abandoned by Damon. But ever since he saw their interaction in the cafe, he knew that the
"Why did you move out? Did you move out of the Radcliffe residence? Did you have a fight with your dad?" Celeste could tell this had something to do with how Lawrence helped her get out last time. She called over and bombarded him with questions. "I suppose so. That old man's health is worsening day by day. I couldn't be bothered to argue with him," Lawrence said. He sounded like he was in a good mood. "Right. I also invited Megan and a few other friends over. Remember to buy some fish when you come. I'll cook something for you." It was a tradition to have housewarming parties in Taverdale. People would invite their close friends and family to make the atmosphere livelier at their new houses. And so, Celeste had something light for lunch. She then set off to the market to get fish and groceries. Thinking of how Lawrence just moved to a new place, she bought two pots of green plants. She told the florist to deliver them straight to his new house. Lawrence had moved to a loft a
Celeste was clearly trying to make things difficult for Carly. Megan and Lawrence knew her too well, so they were willing to play along. "I don't need you to do that." Celeste glared at him with a half-smile. "Did you add coriander here? I don't like coriander." Since when did she dislike coriander? Didn't they just forget to buy coriander? Lawrence thought quickly. He then rapped Celeste's head with his spoon. "I've known you for so many years. How could I forget that you don't like coriander?" Celeste stuck her tongue out naughtily. "Just let her be." Megan laughed at the side while giving everyone a look. "Now you know why there's no coriander in all the other dishes." Everyone then realized. "Oh, should we call you Mrs. Radcliffe from now on then?" One of them joked. "Here, let me toast to you, Mrs. Radcliffe." The second guy followed suit. Carly finally couldn't take it anymore. "Celeste York, you just divorced Damon not long ago. Yet, you're already seducing L