Laura Quincy noticed that among the people here today, there were both recent college graduates and experienced translators...
She took a deep breath; whether she would pass the interview or not, it was always worth a try.
When it was her turn, she gracefully and calmly pushed the door open. Today she wore a simple and elegant business casual outfit, a combination of black and white, neat and crisp.
The interviewer briefly glanced over her resu and then looked up at her in surprise, "Laura Quincy, you spent over half a year in the translation departnt of the ’Aegis Group’?"
Laura didn’t expect to be asked about this and nodded imdiately, "Yes."
The interviewer asked again, "What was the reason for resigning, then?"
Laura lowered her eyelids and replied calmly, "Personal reasons."
She didn’t elaborate. Although she didn’t rember, she guessed it must have had sothing to do with that man, and whether the interviewer in front of her believed her or not was irrelevant; she saw no need to explain everything clearly.
The interviewer seed stunned by her answer and exchanged a sowhat hesitant look with the other interviewers.
The interviewer on the far right asked, "I see your resu ntions that you spent a year as an exchange student at the University of Aethelgard. Is your Fiorina oral language good?"
Laura wondered why the interviewer suddenly asked this; she was here today to apply for a French part-ti position!
"It’s alright."
Then, Laura heard the interviewer speaking to her in Fiorina. In her mory, she never attended the University of Aethelgard as an exchange student, and she definitely didn’t speak Fiorina. Yet, weirdly, she understood and even responded without thinking...
The pronunciation was very standard, without any awkward accent.
Last ti at the Aethelgard General Hospital, Laura could understand the doctors and nurses, and at this mont, she was even more certain that her Fiorina was not bad...
After a brief exchange, the interviewer looked at her with a rather appreciative expression, "Miss Quincy, your Fiorina is indeed quite good!"
Laura politely said, "Thank you!"
The interviewer sitting in the middle glanced at her, "The interview is over, please go back and wait for the news."
Laura stood up, smiled, and nodded at the interviewers, then turned and left.
She didn’t know if she would pass the interview, but it was no longer important. If she couldn’t, she’d just find a part-ti tutoring job in foreign languages, though the pay wouldn’t be as good.
But it would be enough for her.
After leaving the Xavier Group building, Laura didn’t take a bus back but wandered around aimlessly on the street.
In a daze, she felt as if she were a bit out of place with this world. Her mory still stayed in 2010, yet suddenly it was already 2016.
The streets had changed quite a bit, much more bustling than before, with cars and pedestrians coming and going.
Laura stood there blankly with her bag on her back, feeling a surreal sense of being separated by ti...
Just as she reached the entrance of the neighborhood, a strangely dressed woman suddenly ca rushing, holding onto her arm tightly, "Sister, I’m begging you, please don’t treat us like this. After all, we are family! Even if my mom made mistakes, we’ve already been punished. I beg you to ask Fourth Young Master to let us go!"
Laura finally saw her face clearly; it was her half-sister, Phoebe Turner.
But when did she beco so... shabby?
And what was the aning of those words she spoke?
Her mind felt fuzzy, completely unable to recall what had happened before...
"Phoebe Turner, I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let go of !"
"I won’t let go! It took a long ti to get back to Aethelburg to wait for you; I won’t let go unless you call Fourth Young Master right now and ask him to allow us to co ho."
Phoebe’s words made Laura’s mind a bit chaotic, "What are you saying? You’re not living in Aethelburg now? Then where are you living?"
Seeing her baffled expression, Phoebe sneered lightly, "Laura, is it really so interesting to act innocent like this? Isn’t it you who sent us to be exiled in Prosperity Village?"
Prosperity Village?
Laura’s mory was suddenly triggered: she had so impression of this village. It seed to be her stepmother Ruth Leighton’s hotown, beautifully nad Prosperity Village, but it was actually a poor village so barren crops couldn’t grow.
Precisely because life was so poor in her childhood, Ruth desperately wanted to live in a big city. Born in the countryside, she knew that studying was the only way out, and luckily she managed to get into a university in Aethelburg, which led to the story of how she t Victor Turner afterwards...
Phoebe, seeing her daze, knew she was pretending and pitifully said, "Sister, I’m begging you, my mom and I truly know our mistakes. If we stay in that remote poor place any longer, my mom and I will really die! Plus, dad won’t care about us now; he said you have to forgive us first."
Laura’s head was about to explode; did Ruth Leighton and her daughter do sothing that wronged her?
Although she couldn’t rember, she figured it wouldn’t be anything good.
Laura coldly replied, "Even if you carve out a piece of my flesh, I’m still powerless."
Phoebe imdiately pleaded pitifully, "Sister, are you really so heartless? Do you have to see and mom die in front of you to be satisfied?"
Laura impatiently interrupted her words, "Enough! Are you saying you’re going to starve in the countryside? What can’t you do to support yourselves now? Do you think you can threaten with ’death’?"
Phoebe saw her unmoved and couldn’t help but feel a bit scared, crying miserably, "Sister, no matter what, I’m your biological sister! I’ve never done farm work since I was little, and you’re asking to do those things, isn’t that killing ? I’m really not threatening you with death; if I’m pushed to a certain point, I really will die."
She kept talking about "death," as if life were truly so cheap...
Laura didn’t want to bother with her anymore, "Do as you please; it has nothing to do with !"
Having said that, Laura was about to shake off her hand and leave, but Phoebe gripped her tightly, refusing to let go.
"Sister, if you don’t help , I’ll just stay at your place and won’t leave."
Phoebe fully displayed her clinging skill, resolutely not loosening her grip. She knew that if she let go, she might never have another chance.
Thus, at this mont, the most critical thing was to hold onto her firmly!
Laura took a deep breath, "Phoebe Turner! Has your face already beco a fortress?"
Phoebe was unfazed by her words, "Sister, to , staying alive is obviously more important than face."
Laura snorted coldly, "You’ve indeed made progress!"
Phoebe ignored her sarcasm, "Sister, if you won’t help and mom, then I’ll follow you around. After all, I have nothing else to do now; there’s plenty of ti. Even if I stay at your place, you can’t drive away, after all, by law I’m your sister."
Her words were fierce, and she had fully prepared before coming.
Laura’s lips curled into a cold smile; after so ti, Phoebe had truly progressed quite a bit! She actually started negotiating terms with her!
"So what if you’re my sister? This house was left to by my mom; if I don’t welco you, I can still kick you out."
She was never to be trifled with, and she detested being threatened!
"If you keep pulling and tugging, don’t bla for being unkind! If you don’t want to even stay in Prosperity Village, that is!"
The last sentence was filled with threats.
Even though Laura didn’t know how Ruth Leighton and her daughter were sent to Prosperity Village, it was obvious that she could use this to threaten her.
Whether she was bluffing, as long as it worked, it was fine!
Sure enough—
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