Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170 

Flora instinctively caught the papers handed to her, scanning the data with a hint of armusement. Was she being mistaken for an employee? 

She didn’t mind helping with a bit of photocopying, but Chelsen’s haughty demeanor really rubbed Flora the wrong way. Placing the document on the table, Flora then nestled into the couch, engrossed in her tablet. 

“What’s with that attitude?” Chelsea was fuming, “With just one word from me, you could lose your job and no company in the industry. would dare hire you again.” 

“Chelsea, how did you get in here?” 

Moss had been busy elsewhere and came back only to hear noises from the CEO’s office. Upon seeing Chelsea inside, his expression changed. 

The office was sacred. Without Connor’s permission, no one, especially not a woman, was supposed to enter. 

“Moss, you’re just in time. Chelsea narrowed her eyes, pointing angrily at Flora lounging on the couch, “How could you hire a person like this! I asked her to photocopy a document for me, and she outright refused. Don’t I even have the right to ask an intern to do something?” 

Moss was momentarily startled. He didn’t really get the situation but it was clear there had been a misunderstanding. 

“Chelsea, you’re mistaken. She isn’t an employee of Stonnell International but is, in fact… Mr. Connor’s fiancée. So, you really don’t have any right to ask her to do anything for you.” 

“What?” Chelsea’s face went through a rapid change of expressions. And she stared at Flora in disbelief. 

The girl looked so young, yet she was Connor’s fiancée. Wasn’t it said in the industry that Connor was still single? 

Humiliated, Chelsea stormed out. She felt utterly embarrassed. 

Outside, she tossed the document at a desk occupied by a young employee. “Copy this for me.” 

The employee, a young intern as indicated by the ID hanging around her neck, complied obediently. 

“Sure.” 

The copier was out of paper. The inter placed the document on the copier lid and squatted down to replenish it. Unbeknownst to her, someone had carelessly left an uncapped bottle of black ink on top of the copier. 

“Is it done yet?” Chelsea was growing impatient. The meeting was about to start 

“Just a moment, almost there,” the intern hurriedly replied.