You Are The Pursuit of My Life novel Chapter 8

For the past three years, as Irene had never paid attention to news about Edric, was unaware that he had yet to marry his mistress Lily.

Jordan sneered coldly and remarked, "Since Myers is getting engaged to a secretary's daughter, I'll have to prepare a great gift for them anyhow."

"What would you like to give, Mr. Reed?"

"What should I give? How would I know what I should give?" Jordan rebutted and glanced towards Irene before he instructed, "I'll leave this to you. Go pick a gift."

"I... I know nothing about gifts. Mr. Reed, please task someone else with this," Irene immediately rejected, for she was obviously unwilling to pick a gift for the scumbag Edric and his wretched mistress.

"Well, you could always learn," Jordan rebutted. His favorite past time was to torment Irene. Irene was already 27 years old and yet she does not herself up or apply any make up and neither does she have boyfriend. Thus, Jordon felt a strange sense of repulsion towards Irene ever since he first

met her.

If it wasn't for Nathan's sake, he would never accept a woman like her as his assistant. On the first day of work, he already warned her that he dsliked woman who wore glasses and had instructed her to wear contact lenses when she was at work. However, she chose to defy him and continued to disgust him with her old- fashioned black rimmed glasses every single day.

"Well, since you chose to ignore my instructions, then you can't blame me for this. I couldn't ignore the favour that Nathan had asked of me but I could certainly torture you, couldn't I?" bethought.

When Jordon saw how awkward Irene was, felt extremely pleased and continued, "I'll leave everything to you then. If Edric is dissatisfied with the gift, I'll fire you right away."

"Yes," Irene agreed reluctantly and let out a silent sigh.

Jordan was due to meet some clients at noon and took Irene along with him.

As usual, Jordon would drink and fool around after he was done with business. As Jordon was an infamous playboy, him and the clients were served by the top girls in the club in a private room. After a few drinks, the men gradually began to grope and fondle the girls beside them.

Deciding not to be an eyesore, Irene quickly got up and informed, "Mr. Reed, I'll wait for you outside."

"Run along then. Don't stray too far, lest I can't get hold of you," Jordan threatened.