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Chapter 315
Chapter 315
Chapter 315
His smile faded when he saw me, turning into a sneer. Yeah, he’s pretty weird. Eric led his guests into
his personal dining room and Kevin left after saying goodbye.
After he left, Jenny whispered, “Lily, I have a feeling Kevin is trying to court you.”
“What? Impossible.” I was shocked.
“Why not? You are beautiful, and he is decent.”
“No. I mean, I’m married.” I interrupted.
“Are you married?” It was Jenny’s turn to be surprised.
“Yes. I’ve been like this for five years.”
“Wow. You got married young. Your husband must be a really nice guy.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were married if you hadn’t told me.” Jenny still looked
incredulous. “You’re young and… How should I say this? You don’t seem to be of marriageable age
yet.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I laughed and changed the subject.
As we were walking back to the office after lunch, someone called Jenny. She took one look and was
done, but a short while later, her phone rang again, making her frown. “Hello.” The caller must have
said something that pissed her off, as I noticed her impatience. “I’m afraid I can’t help you with that,
Miss Hamilton.” Even so, she remained professional.
Is that Jolene? Jenny was the one who entertained her yesterday. At the same time, Jenny started to
sound stern. “Not today. He is very busy today. I can make an appointment for you, but I can’t
guarantee you’ll find it. It’s not up to me.” After hanging up, Jenny sighed. “I have never seen anyone
so socially inept.”
“What is wrong?”
“It’s that Miss Hamilton. She called me dozens of times this morning just to talk to Mr. Walker. Not
everyone gets to see President Walker as they wish, and certainly not her.”
“Is she the stylist you got yesterday?”
“Yes. Even after I told her that President Walker is not open to compromise, she still doesn’t give
up. Seriously, read the room.”
After we went our separate ways, I headed back to my office. When I imagined how frustrated Jolene Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
must be right now, I smiled. I did some work on my design and went to the pantry to quench my thirst
for a cup of coffee, but when I came back, an email from Eric popped up. ‘Come to my office
immediately.
I thought he wasn’t going to meet anyone today. So why is he calling me? Despite my doubts, I went to
his office. As always, his expression was inscrutable. “Did you call, Mr. Walker?” I closed the door.
“You are a real troublemaker, Ms. Hawkins.” He looked at me coldly