When Jennifer returned to the secretary's office, her eyes were red and swollen, it was obvious that she had been crying.
Looking at the documents still in her hand, Rose felt that Jennifer probably wasn't very bright. She took out a compact powder from her bag and handed it to Jennifer. She asked with concern, "Are you okay? Go touch up your makeup."
Jennifer took the compact powder, clenched her teeth, and began to apply the powder under her red and swollen eyes. "I'm fine."
"Oh, really? What about the report you wanted to send to the finance department?"
She was stunned and hurriedly closed the compact powder. "I'll go now."
She said that she was going to deliver the report, but halfway through she couldn't help but run into the bathroom to cry. She was afraid that someone might hear her so she had to bite her lips. She had completely forgotten about the report by the time she came out.
"Forget it, I'll go. Mr. Hans wants to see you."
Rose looked at the president's office with concern. "He just made an internal call. Since you're not here, I picked it up for you. You... Was it because you did not go back last night? I'll explain it to him for you."
"It's not about that. It's nothing." Jennifer did not want Rose to get involved, so she quickly refused, "Send the report for me, thank you."
"Don't mention it."
She took the document and turned to leave, but when she reached the door, she looked back at Jennifer uneasily.
"If anything happens, call for me at any time. I'm not afraid of anything."
When she saw Monica coming out with a proud look just now, she knew that something was wrong. Jennifer must have seen something just now when she was in there, that was why she was so upset.
"Okay, go ahead. I'm fine."
After Rose left, Jennifer took a deep breath, clenched her fingers and walked into the president's office.
She was wearing Rose's work clothes, and Rose was smaller than her. She managed to pick a few larger pieces of clothing to wear, which was still too tight for her. The pink hip-wrapping skirt and the white shirt that was too tight on her chest. Fortunately, it was covered by the blazer that was matching the skirt, so it was not too obvious.
Walking into the office, she felt a chill.
"Jennifer, you have a good relationship with your old lover, huh? Look at him protecting you over such a trivial matter. How can you pretend to be so depressed just now? You are really good at acting."
Jennifer had no idea what he was talking about. She only felt that he was just looking for trouble. Thinking of the scene just now, she was furious. Although Monica was not there, the smell of her perfume remained. She asked in a trembling voice, "You and Monica slept together, didn't you?"
Seeing that she did not answer his question, but asked him a question back in an aggressive manner instead, Hans's face suddenly sank. "Do you think you have the right to decide who I sleep with? Who do you think you are? Mrs. Miller or Miss Miller?"
His words made Jennifer speechless.
"Remember, you are Jennifer Hunter. Since my father and your mother have passed away, you are neither Miss Miller nor a Mrs. Miller. You were the one who willingly climbed into my bed. I got tired of you after a while, it's okay to try someone new for a change, don't you think?"
She didn't know when did her palm filled with fingernail marks. Jennifer bit her lips and still couldn't control her trembling. Her legs went numb and she couldn't move. She wanted to escape from this place and didn't want to listen to Hans's words anymore.
"Then change it, and never change it back again."
By the time she finished speaking, she had already burst into tears.
Her sacrifice over the past half a year seemed to have become a huge joke. She had hoped that he would change his mind and go back to being gentle to her just like in the past. However, all she got in return was his indifference.
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