"My buddy is a property manager, just transfer the money to , and I’ll discuss it with him slowly. You go ahead and be busy."
Ryan Sutton said with a cheeky grin.
"Hey sis, if your friends want to buy a house, rember to find . I’ll get you the best discount."
A man in a navy blue suit standing next to Ryan, holding a clipboard, said with a cheerful smile.
Elena Soo gave a perfunctory smile and transferred the money to Ryan.
"Alright, I’m off now."
"Okay, thanks, sis."
Ryan looked grateful.
Elena didn’t say anything else and turned to leave.
"Ryan, your sister married a rich guy, huh."
The man watched Elena’s back, a glint in his eyes.
"Yeah, my brother-in-law is the president of Miles Corporation."
Ryan was full of pride.
"Really? Your sis is impressive, being the lady boss of Miles Corporation."
The man gave a thumbs up in admiration.
Then he changed the subject and said, "But it’s not easy mixing in high society; I see your sister doesn’t look too well, she probably has to endure her mother-in-law’s attitude at ho, right?"
At these words, the smile on Ryan’s face faded a bit, and he hesitated, "Is it like that? My sister never ntions these things when she’s ho."
"Of course it is; mothers-in-law in wealthy families are the most snobbish. Your sister is from a humble background; without a strong family backing her up, she might suffer in the future."
The man glanced at Ryan, his eyes flickering.
Ryan’s expression turned more serious, as if he was pondering sothing.
The man continued, "Ryan, the one million your sister gave you is probably taken from her husband too. When a woman without money or influence asks her husband for money, it’s not wrong per se, but the husband’s family will surely look down on her. Don’t you want to pay your sister back quickly, so she’s not looked down on in her husband’s family?"
Upon hearing this, Ryan looked at the man, "Of course I do, but I just graduated, and if I had the money, I wouldn’t be asking my sister for it."
"But now you have a million in your hand, right? Ryan, I’ve got a way to make money grow."
"What’s the thod?"
"Co with ."
"..."
Alia Miles was busy in the perfury departnt of the company all morning, and near noon, she returned to the president’s office for a sip of water, patting her flat little belly.
A little hungry, it’s ti for lunch.
But eating alone is a bit boring, she thought of visiting soone’s office.
To see if he’s being honest at work, keeping his distance from those outside temptresses?
Alia Miles thought about it and drove to the financial district on the west side.
Here, Kensington Group has an independent office building.
The big four letters "Kensington Group" flashed a striking glow under the sunlight.
Alia Miles entered the main door, and the receptionist politely said welco.
"I’m here for Mr. Hawke."
Alia Miles smiled kindly.
The receptionist recognized her as the president’s wife, so of course, she didn’t stop her and respectfully pressed the elevator button for her.
Alia thanked her and went straight up to the thirty-eighth floor after entering the elevator.
This is the president’s office floor.
The elevator ascended slowly and soon reached the thirty-eighth floor.
The elevator doors opened, and it was silent outside.
The large floor was spotless.
The people in the secretary’s office were busily working in order.
When they saw Alia co, one of them quickly got up to greet her.
"Hello, Young Madam."
"Carry on with your work, don’t mind ."
Alia smiled slightly and glanced inside the secretary’s office.
Wasn’t Mary Wayde supposed to work in Kensington Group today?
How co she’s nowhere to be seen?
Alia walked toward the president’s office.
She was about to knock on the door outside, when she vaguely heard a woman’s giggle from inside.
"Cousin, do you rember that ti when I was kids I imitated you climbing a tree and fell halfway, and you caught but were almost hurt by ."
It turned out Mary Wayde wasn’t in the secretary’s office; she was chatting in the president’s office.
Alia sneered and went straight in without knocking.
The spacious president’s office was bright and clean.
Alia looked up and saw Mary Wayde leaning close to Damon Hawke, pouring him tea.
Maybe she was too focused on speaking, or maybe it was intentional; in any case, her hands trembled, spilling tea all over Damon Hawke.
"Oh, cousin, look at my clumsy hands; sorry, let wipe it for you."
Mary hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe the water stains from Damon’s clothes.
Alia wore a sardonic expression and abruptly spoke.
"Oh, Secretary Shen, how careless of you? Even spilling a cup of water? Looks like your pre-employnt training needs so serious work?"
Mary was taking the opportunity to grope Damon, but hearing Alia speak startled her.
She quickly turned her head and saw Alia looking at her with a half-smile.
Her eyes full of mockery.
As if she saw right through her little sches.
Mary had indeed deliberately shaken her hand and lost her grip on the teacup.
She wasn’t afraid of being seen by Alia, but being ridiculed by her for being incompetent was embarrassing.
"Oh, Elly, you ca?"
Mary adjusted her expression and feigned a smile.
Alia responded nonchalantly, looking toward Damon Hawke.
Damon was tidying his clothes, but his heart skipped when he caught his wife’s gaze.
What a streak of bad luck.
How did he get caught by his wife in such a lousy situation again?
He just hadn’t gotten around to having a good talk about boundaries with Mary Wayde yet.
"Honey, did you co to eat with ?"
Damon stepped forward and hugged Alia’s waist.
Alia chuckled and pushed him away, "Yes, but I ca at the wrong ti, it seems?"
The woman’s smile was gentle, but Damon felt a chill down his spine.
"How could it be? Honey, I just asked Chase Quinn to order your favorite al from Imperial Garden; don’t you think we’re in sync?"
Damon moved closer again, trying to hug her.
Alia dodged, "Don’t co near ; don’t you see how dirty you are?"
The word "dirty" was a hint only Damon Hawke understood, his wife was alluding to sothing.
He grinned flatteringly, "If it’s dirty, it must be changed; honey, you help ."
"Am I that idle?"
"Honey, please help , after all, you are my wife, right?"
"..."
Seeing the two of them flaunt their affection as if no one else was there, Mary Wayde was quite taken aback.
It was her first ti seeing Damon Hawke groveling before a woman like this.
Even more unbelievably than the day before at the restaurant!
And this Alia Miles, being so arrogant with Damon Hawke?
How does Damon take it?
"Cousin, I made your clothes dirty; let go buy you a new set."
Mary hurriedly tried to make her presence felt.
Her tone was softly girlish, emphasizing her feminine charm.
"No need, there’s a resting room here with my clothes; you can leave now."
Damon looked at her, his expression indifferent.
"Cousin..."
"Also, your job skills are not up to par; go report to the secretary’s office, undergo training until qualified before resuming work. From now on, without my orders, you’re not allowed in the office."
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