As soon as the man left, the smile on Janice Simpson's face became cold. She glanced up and down at Rosemary Johnson.
If she remembered correctly, that day in the western restaurant, it seemed that this woman had a little boy.
As a woman's intuition told her, there must be some connection between this woman and Charles Hockley.
“I don’t care what relationship you had with Charles before. Now he is mine! You should keep your hands and feet clean when you work for him.” Feeling a little intimidated, Janice raised her red lip and warned.
Rosemary didn’t expect the actress who was known to be the leader of “Pure School” turned out to be such a ferocious look of jealousy when confronting a single mother.
Hideous and ugly.
"Why, give me more guts, and I still dare not rob a man from Miss Simpson."
Rosemary took two steps back, smiling, "Everyone knows the power behind Miss Simpson."
Janice snorted arrogantly and her disdainful eyes swept across Rosemary.
"Janice." The indifferent voice of Charles floated from the front.
Janice's slightly-opened lips tightened for a second, and she gave Rosemary a fierce glare.
Then she changed her face in seconds and quickly followed the pace of Charles with a smile like a flower growing on her face. She gently held him in arms, "Charles, did Secretary Johnson really study medicine before? What if she doesn't adapt to this job?"
"Fire." One simple word, cold without temperature.
Rosemary took a deep breath and forced herself to laugh.
“I think so too, after all, even if M.R is going to close down, we won't hire useless people!"
Janice laughed, somewhat gloating, "Nobody wants to give investment to a company with only pretty faces!"
Charles held her slender waist and said in a pampered tone, "Can she be as pretty as you? Huh?"
"You are so bad!"
Rosemary looked at the back of the pair leaving and sneered in her heart.
If she had knew that M.R's successor was Charles Hockley, she would never have agree to take over this bloody job.
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