Chapter 1454
[She doesn’t seem to have any working abilities at all, I don’t know why he likes her so much, first arranging for people to secretly deliver her food, then deliberately extending lunch breaks, all to cater to this woman.
Alas, I’m disappointed, I thought he was a unique man, even planned to pursue him, but now it seems I should just give up, a person who judges by appearances, surely has no substance.]
She wrote this slowly, a troubled expression appeared on her face.
Resting her head thinking about sothing, suddenly opted to select all and delete everything she just typed.
She turned her head and t Layla Lowell’s gaze squarely.
Layla knew it was too late to pretend she didn’t see anything, so she admitted frankly: "Sorry, I accidentally saw it."
The female assistant’s face turned awkward, and her whole body tensed up.
Layla thought for a mont, and said, "Let clarify, although I’m quite noisy, it doesn’t an I’m incompetent. I can still handle these tasks well."
"Yes, I’m sorry."
After hurriedly apologizing, she got up and ran to the washroom.
Just in ti, it was ti to get off work, and the other assistants left one after another.
Layla glanced at the bag on the seat next to her, deciding to wait for her to co back before leaving.
Those of gloomy temperant tend to keep things to themselves without making anything clear, which doesn’t sit well with Layla.
But after waiting for ten minutes, the assistant still hadn’t returned.
Suspicious, Layla got up to look for her, finally hearing a faint sobbing sound outside the president’s office.
Why was she crying?
Is she so easily moved to tears?
It’s as if Layla bullied her or sothing.
As the sobbing becos more apparent, Layla, being straight-forward herself, decided to go over and talk to her about the diary incident.
Just then, the door to the president’s office opened.
The female assistant got up in a panic, prepared to bolt.
"Wait."
A man ca out from inside the office, from Layla’s angle, she could only see half of his body, his back.
The female assistant turned around and ca back.
Layla instinctively stepped back half a step toward the wall, deciding to wait and see.
"Mr. Charles." She lowered her head and softly called out.
"Why are you crying?" Charles Carrington asked, standing tall and still, not taking a step forward.
This intrigued Layla slightly. In her impression, this man greatly enjoyed being a gentleman. Even if he could see through a woman’s act, he would still courteously greet her and then revel in the won’s admiration and love for him.
Now...things seed a bit different.
Sowhat leaning towards Alexander Foster’s type.
The female assistant choked up, struggling to say, "No...nothing, it’s just that Miss Lowell..."
"Miss Lowell? What happened?" The man’s voice sounded less languid than before.
The female assistant suddenly shook her head vigorously, crying as she spoke, "I know Miss Lowell did not read my diary intentionally. Even though I believe privacy is extrely important to everyone, I don’t think Miss Lowell is the type of person who intentionally infringes on others’ privacy. After all, how could Carrington Enterprise, such a large group, employ soone of questionable character?"
Layla frowned upon hearing her, if it was before, she would be storming out to confront her.
These words seem like she was speaking up for her, yet they also made her look guilty!
This makes it sound like she intentionally infringed on her privacy.
With this thought, Layla’s scalp prickled.
This...could this be a set-up?
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