She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 28

With that thought in mind, Luther stopped hesitating and got into the car.

The engine hummed to life.

Luther's second secretary had already headed to the airport to wait for them. Aside from the driver, it was just the two of them alone in the back seat. Jolie opened the file and began delivering a highly professional briefing to Luther, acting like a completely different person from the fragile, sobbing woman from the night before.

To prove her competence.

Jolie deliberately wrapped up her presentation with a flawless sentence in French.

But Luther's mind still wandered.

She closed the folder and rested her hand gently on his thigh, asking with practiced tender concern, "What's wrong, Luther? Is it because of Hilda? I know your wife is greedy and likes to lie, but just bear with her, okay?"

Luther offered a faint smile and nodded.

...

Once they arrived in Newcrest City, the schedule was packed.

It took exactly a week to finalize the massive project.

Jolie's performance genuinely surprised Luther.

This was the first real test since she had transferred to the project team, and she passed with flying colors. Once the project launched, it would bring in an estimated $8 million in profits for the company. While not an astronomical figure, it was enough to silence anyone who claimed she was just a nepo baby relying on Luther to climb the ranks.

On their final night in Newcrest City.

They attended a high-society victory banquet.

Beneath the dazzling crystal chandeliers, glasses clinked in celebration.

Luther was always the center of attention for women, but everyone in the business world knew Jolie was his true leading lady, so no one dared to throw themselves at him. For the entire evening, Jolie kept her arm securely linked through his, gazing at him with eyes full of liquid devotion, soaking in the envious stares of everyone in the room.

Even more unexpectedly.

She ran into the youngest regional representative of the French perfumery Mokshalia.

—Ms. Naomi Zeller.

Jolie had done a background check on Naomi—

Naomi was from Jadeport City and grew up in an orphanage. She later got the opportunity to study in France because of a generous sponsor from Jadeport City. Ever since gaining a position of power at Mokshalia, Naomi had been searching for her mysterious benefactor to repay the kindness, though she hadn't had any luck yet.

[The woman who sponsored you...]

[She got married four years ago.]

[Apparently, she moved to Alpha City.]

[Before her wedding, she left a box of wedding favors on the little bed you used to sleep in. She sat there for a bit and told the director at the time that you were a good, obedient kid who really made her proud.]

...

By the time the voice on the phone fell silent.

Naomi's eyes were brimming with tears, and she murmured a soft, choked breath.

"My guardian angel."

Her guardian angel never left her name. She didn't know that Naomi was successful now, that she was capable and could support herself, that she could even fund the entire orphanage on her own. If she only knew, she would definitely be so happy for her!

*I miss you so much. You're basically my sister and the only family I have left in this world.*