Loveless Marriage novel Chapter 189

These people should be the leaders in charge of this floor. If she shouldn't say that she worked in this floor. 

Before she could think of an excuse, the woman continued to be aggressive without letting go, “change what? Is that even a reason? You can't even remember their tastes?"

With that, she picked up another coffee and sniffed it, then clouded over more. "Don't tell me the six coffee are the same. Tell me which department you're from, and you are fired."

"…"

Isabella's face looked as if she had been scared stiff, but as she was thinking of a way out, she caught a glimpse of a plate on that woman's chest. She then gritted his teeth, wiped her nose and sobbed, "Mrs. Garcia … I was wrong. Please give me one more chance. I promise I will remember it the next time."

Mrs. Garcia frowned in disgust.

A man usually couldn't see a woman cry, especially a beautiful woman. A pure and tender girl like Isabella would always make people feel pity for her.

Some of the other men could not bear to watch anymore. They all spoke out to persuade her, "Mrs. Garcia, give her another chance and don't bother about it."

"Right. Just be careful next time."

"Haha …Mrs. Garcia, the company has been in a tight spot recently and we're all feeling depressed. Don't vent your anger on the people below."

Then someone waved at Isabella and told her to leave. 

There were only two women present. When Mrs. Garcia saw that all the men were pleading for her, she became even angrier. It was because her appearance was too overbearing and when she was scolded by Simons, no one pleaded for her. Thus, she disdained those crying women who pretended to be weak the most.

But she could not make the atmosphere too tense, she only glared at Isabella deeply and no longer spoke.

Seeing that, Isabella wiped her tears, nodded her head, then frantically left with the tray.

After leaving for a distance, Isabella's expression returned to calmness. She extended two fingers to wipe the tears that had yet to dry and let out a small sigh of relief in her heart. Then, she took out her mobile phone and made a call to John who was below him.

"Hey, how are things over there?" she whispered as she walked.

John intentionally lowered his voice, "We didn't get anything from the front desk, but we vaguely heard something from the others."

Hearing this, Isabella smiled as she said, "Alright, let's talk about this in detail when I get down."

"Oh right, Miss Jones, have you seen the person in charge? "

"No, I'm still looking for him, but don't worry, I'm okay right now." She then hung up.

This place was too big. And she was a little hesitant about whether she should look for the manager or Shawn directly.

But her previous experience, even if she found the person in charge, there would only be one consequence.

Isabella found the elevator and stood at the door, breathing out heavily. 

"Forget it. Even if I die, I have to understand what's going on here. I'll just see the boss now." She thought. 

After pressing the button to the top floor, Isabella walked along the long corridor, carefully looking around, and had the feeling that she was a thief.

The top floor was much quieter than the one below. Not many people could be seen walking around.

After walking for a while, she suddenly heard movement in the front. Seeing that it was a few workers carrying decorations, she started to walk forward again. 

As the workers passed by, the huge decorative painting suddenly dropped from their hands, which fell towards Isabella's direction.

"Be careful!"

Hearing a clear and cold voice, Isabella felt a strong force appearing on her wrist, and was pulled forward. Her entire body staggered forward, and barely dodged the blow.

At the same time, the worker steadied the painting and apologised to her.

"Sorry …" I'm sorry, miss. "