Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 165

Isabella and Minh returned back to their department. Coincidentally, a group of people passed them by, who probably had just finished a meeting. The person in the front was Mr. Smith. 

Isabella let Minh go in first. Then she greeted: "Mr. Smith."

Seeing her, Mr Smith smiled, "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes, Mr. Smith, Thank you for your concern."

Heather, who was standing beside Smith, raised her thin and smiled lightly: "Were you sick again, Miss Jones? But you look so good now and don't seem uncomfortable."

"Well It's just a fever, so I'd be okay once it recedes." Isabella smiled. 

Heather replied indifferently, "As I remembered, you've already been sick quite a few times this month. You'd better pay more attention to your body, Miss Jones."

She then smiled at Smith, "Mr. Smith, I suggest our company to organise another medical examination. Spending so much time on work may harm our bodies. To put it harshly, if I suddenly die, who would take the responsibility?"

Hearing this, Even Mr. Smith started to seriously consider it, who then said: "Isabella, I remember that you indeed have taken quite a few sick leave recently. You really need to take care of your body. If you can't handle your work, let your subordinates do some of it."

"But I don't think that Miss Jones can have a good rest." Heather laughed, "With two big projects, Polygon and Fantasy, she now is working with the main profit sources for Benton in the coming year. How can she have a rest?"

Mr. Smith frowned slightly.

Glancing at Heather, Isabella laughed and said: "Mr. Smith, don't worry. I will arrange my work and rest time well. In fact, even if I am sick, there would be no influence at all. All of my subordinates are quite energetic and hard-working, and they can finish the work really well."

She suddenly reminded what the two girls told her that day at lunch, that Heather had targeted her because she had taken too many projects recently. But since the opportunity had already fallen on her, she would have to take the risk and try her best.

"But you can't get sick, Miss Jones." Heather immediately said, her expression becoming stern, but her tone still carried a hint of oddness, "Otherwise, Mr. Miller will get worried, which may also put our Mr. Smith in a dilemma."

Isabella's face darkened, "What do you mean by that?"

Hearing that, Heather looked at her with an innocent and puzzled expression, then tilted her head and asked, "Aren't you good friends with Mr. Miller? I just saw you get off his car."

The simple sentence made the atmosphere subtly changed. Everyone then looked at Isabella.

No one was an idiot. They all could tell the meaning behind her words.