Chapter 45
Chapter 45 Just by Chance
Jean couldn’t fall back to sleep after Edgar’s call. She went through the news, but the trending incident were removed. She zoomed in on the photo of Gigi sitting on the toilet and mumbled, “I should have poured more over her head.”
What a shame. She didn’t do her best. She cleaned up her house and headed out to look for work. She visited a few design companies, but none of them accepted her, not even as an intern.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Eyer. We are not hiring anymore.” “Ms. Eyer, you have an interesting resume. However, your designs are not quite the same as our company’s concepts. Please find work at another place.”
To put it simply, they either rejected her because she had been incarcerated before, or were worried they might be dragged into the feud between her and Edgar.
Jean rested on a bench between the office buildings. With a cup of instant coffee in hand, she watched as the steam rose into the air. Those passing by the area were all white-collar workers.
The tallest building in her view was stunning. ‘Royden Group’ was written proudly on the top of it. Jean remembered the time when Edgar bought the building. She was blocked at the entrance when it underwent renovation. She couldn’t even take a step into the building.
She recalled the time she left a boxed meal at the front desk, requesting the worker to send it to Edgar. But when she went back, the meal was lying amongst the trash.
She couldn’t understand at the time. She wanted to treat Edgar with sincerity. He returned it not with indifference, but with hatred and bitterness. Why would he marry a woman he absolutely hated?
Jean felt her eyes drying out. She lowered her head and wiped off the tear that shouldn’t be there. “Hello, are you Ms. Eyer?”
She raised her head and was met with a lean, young man. She knew that she hadn’t seen the man before but felt that his voice was familiar. “And you are?”
“This is my business card. We’ve talked before on the phone.” He handed a black-and-white-colored business card atop his phone. Opulence Financial, business manager Zane Garner. “You…”
His metal-framed glasses glinted in the sun. “If you need help, I can send a referral to the manager of the design company, MON & Co.” Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
“MON & Co.? The top company that sends talented individuals to the international catwalk show!” Jean perked up. He nudged his glasses. “Yes, Ms. Eyer. Should I contact them for you?”
“Why would you help me?”
“Thirty million is not a small amount. I believe it might be difficult to make payments on time with your current situation.” She kept silent. He was reasonable.
Zane left to make a phone call. When he returned, he gave her an address. “They happen to be organizing a program to train interns. You can report to work tomorrow morning.” “It’s that simple?”
Was the work she had been fussing over for a few days really solved that easily?
He nodded and reminded her, “Our boss doesn’t have a good temperament. You mustn’t run from your debt, Ms. Eyer.”
“I know.” Jean watched as he walked away. The doubt in her mind grew. She had to be extra careful ever since she left her family. No one would offer help without a motive. The debt collection agency must have had a secret of some sort.
But MON & CO. It was the holy grail for all those studying design. She gritted her teeth, determined to hold onto the chance.
Edgar finished his work. As he got off the plane, he received a call from Gigi. After hanging up on her thrice, she went crying to him at Royden Group. She said she was attending a friend’s birthday party but needed new clothes as she had put on some weight.
He tossed her a black card with a spending limit of five million. But Gigi wasn’t satisfied and insisted on Edgar’s accompaniment. “Does this look good, Edgar?” Gigi twirled in front of the mirror with her arms raised.
He was sitting on the sofa with a financial magazine in his hand. Shutting the magazine, he raised his head and replied, “Hmm.”
He never once thought that Gigi was beautiful. She was just the pretty daughter of a humble family. He was only in a relationship with her for the pendant. Now, it was for the child she was pregnant with.
His phone rang and he picked up the call. “Hello?” Zane spoke from the other end.
“Mr. Royden, I’ve arranged things as you have requested. Ms. Eyer will be entering MON & CO. tomorrow as an intern. She doesn’t have any suspicion.”
Edgar hung up the phone and leaned back on the sofa. Gigi changed into a new outfit and walked out of the changing room. When she saw that Edgar was exhausted, she wasn’t in the mood to continue shopping. She told the clerk haughtily, “I don’t want this outfit. Pack up the rest.”
She swiveled and was heading to the front when she spotted a person entering the shop. What rotten luck. Jean saw Gigi and the man on the sofa at the same moment.
She decided to work at MON & Co. and thought that she should have outfits that would be appropriate. She came to see if there were simple yet timeless outfits that would be suitable.
Those types of clothes would have a discounted price. Yet, she just had to run into them. Jean averted her eyes, thinking of finishing her shopping as soon as possible. She pointed at an outfit. “I would like to try that on.”
Gigi interjected, “Get me one in that same outfit!”
Edgar frowned wordlessly. It was a remarkable coincidence. Not only did they meet by chance, but they also had the same preferences in clothing.
Jean’s slender figure would look elegant in the outfit. On the other hand, pregnant Gigi would fall short of Jean. When they received their outfits, Gigi entered a changing room arrogantly before Jean could.
She bumped into Jean. Jean stayed silent and entered the outermost room. She changed into the outfit quicker than Gigi, who was expecting. When she exited the room in the clothes, Gigi was still changing.
Edgar raised his head subconsciously. When his eyes landed on her, he couldn’t avert them. He had to admit that Jean’s looks and figure were incomparable.
The clerk praised, “Miss, this outfit looks like it’s made for you.”
Jean watched her reflection in the mirror and agreed.
She treated the man on the sofa as air the entire time.