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t in his eyes was evident. His dark blue eyes w
concerned about." With a contemptuous
back, but she didn't dare to retort. This
d why Richard would le
ed through Twitter, only to find that the previous news about th
jor news just disap
o when she was still a distance away from the company, she got out of the ca
rip with Mr. Richard?" she thought that al
into the elevator, "Mr. Richard has
big company, Richard had many responsibilities and wouldn't have just on
g a gentle dimple. Secretary Steven stared
g at Helen. In an instant, her expression turned cold and she put on a stern face. Unbeknowns
ample work experience, but why did you come up with such a ch
ence. They glanced at Christine, th
her leaving with Mr. Richard that day. Christine
aight and asked, "Christine, what's wrong with my proposal? I've adjusted it according to the sup
? Do you think you can deceive me just because the supervisor isn't here? I clearly stated that our tar
ave to choose a pink design." Helen was a bit disdainful. "Young girls don't ne
ink, and this statement hit her right i
ty-six, older than Helen, but Helen
r hair. The scene became chaotic, with Christine pinning Helen to the ground and if someone ha
k band-aid. Helen was stunned for a moment, and Bella qui
o, don't mind it," Be
ked with a bitter smile, "Does she always
lked with Mr. Richard that day. W
if she didn't have some background, she feared these peo
cs can be qui
lassmates with Mr. Ric
" Bella exclaimed, her e
he waste paper into the
ver discussed in the company, we have no idea. No wonder he
lightly thoughtful, and her tone turned somewhat ingratiat
e celebrity," Helen said. Otherwise, how
ou afraid of Christine? She's just someone with a small shareholding in the compan
stronger than that of an
is is my personal matter, please don't tell anyone. I
otion with her mouth,
and saw Helen, immediately expr
ple of steps closer. Suddenly, he stopped and stared
down her spine as Secretary Steven continued to stare. She couldn't h
is to Mr. Richard. HR will handle it. You should go home a
alked away, entering the elevator
ne's fingernails, it shouldn't be
HR manager personally came to inform her about her leave. Christine
ing gazes of her colleagues, Hel
ith nothing to do. Helen thought for a m
omething she liked. The Brown Family had chefs and a butler, so cooking was not her responsibility.
waited outside the supermarket
lasses and asked her
Rose
iked it that way. In the past, when taking a cab, she would occasionally encounter talkative drivers wh
this route a
ave turned left, but he was turning right in
river's voice lowered, carr
g, "Please pull over,
iver continued drivi
, or I'll cal
ng Helen to lose her balance. Her phone fell into a gap. She reached out
r grandmother used to simmer in the kitchen during her childhood. Cinnamon and star a
ntersected by steel pipes with rust spots. She turned her head and saw
not? I can't w
alked in. When he saw Helen wake up, he approached with a smi
talking about? Chopping her up? Helen looked at his malicious smile and struggled hard to sit
a face covered in scales, with brownish-yellow eyeballs and diamond-shaped
t's too fragrant. This is the incredibly rare Divine Grass that appears once in a hundred
ed here? Although she was unable to move, she could feel vividly that this was not a dream. Her limbs were we
thought it was ready. He said, "Go c
wait and walked over to
"No... please..." Her hoarse and unpleasant voice was as weak as a mosquito, not even
n's clothes off. However, the skinny man stopped him, "D
and grasped one of Helen's ar
o!