When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 141

“I do,” Jolie said without a trace of shame. “I’m about to start filming, you know? The team is looking at scripts for me. But my wardrobe…”

Henrietta just looked at her.

“Look,” Jolie pressed on, “I’m going to be a star. My clothes, shoes, bags… they should all be luxury brands. Anything less would be embarrassing! Oh, and jewelry! I don’t have any decent jewelry. Isn’t the company supposed to be building my image? The company should pay for it.”

Henrietta’s expression turned icy. “Jolie, were you dropped on your head as a baby?”

Jolie’s face went pale, and she almost planted her hands on her hips to retort, but she caught herself. She had to endure it.

Feigning nonchalance, she adopted a wheedling tone. “Oh, come on, you’re my sister-in-law. We’re family. Why would you say something like that?”

Henrietta stared at her as if she were an idiot. “First, I am not your sister-in-law. I’m your boss. If you call me that again, you can slap yourself ten times. Second, the company’s image-building package doesn’t include your personal wardrobe. We provide gowns and jewelry for official events, which you don’t have any of yet. Now, get out.”

Jolie pouted, her audacity unwavering. “I know, but if I look too shabby, it reflects poorly on you, doesn’t it? I was going to ask my brother to buy them and pay him back when I start earning, but he gave all his money to you. So, how about this? You don’t have to buy me anything new. Just lend me some of your clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry. Or… you could just give me the ones you don’t want anymore.”

At that, Henrietta’s patience snapped. “Get out. And on your way, make an appointment with a neurologist.”

Jolie’s face flushed red and white, but she didn’t move. Instead, she swayed obnoxiously. “Oh, come on…”

Winona, who had been standing by, had seen enough. “Are you deaf as well as dumb? Didn’t you hear Ms. Sargent? She told you to get out. Do I need to spell it out for you? I’ve never met someone so shameless. She’s already giving you professional resources, and now you want her to dress you, too? Do you think Ms. Sargent is your personal ATM?”

“I wasn’t asking you, so why are you butting in?” Jolie snapped.

Winona snorted. “If you had asked me, I would have slapped you across the face! Are you incapable of understanding plain English? She told you to get out. Do we need to beat you to make you understand what ‘no’ means?”

Winona took a threatening step forward.

Jolie flinched, retreating a couple of steps. She stamped her foot. “Fine, I’m leaving!”

But as she turned to go, Joaquin, who had been lounging in the reception area since early that morning, suddenly stood up, his hands tucked in his pockets.

“I’ll buy them for you,” he announced.

The statement stunned not only Jolie but also Henrietta and Winona. He would buy them for Jolie? Was he interested in her? That seemed… unlikely.

“You… you’ll buy them for me?” Jolie asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Joaquin nodded. “Consider it a favor for Ms. Sargent.”

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