Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 48 Home Delivery

Jean spent considerable time preparing herself mentally for what she was about to do. She pulled out her smartphone and logged onto the official MON & Co. website to locate Ms. Weller’s contact number.

This is her last-ditch effort. Calling Ms. Weller at the spur of the moment could backfire on her.

As a result, her future state in MON & Co. will be considerably more challenging.

But after some thought, she decided to bet with those odds.

The person on the other line picked up the call, and there was a sound of water in the background. “Who’s this?” drawled the recipient.

“Good evening, Ms. Weller. I didn’t mean to interrupt your time, but I’m the new intern in the company and…”

“Luminance Villa. Room 305. You have fifteen minutes,” interrupted the woman. She hung up before Jean had any time to process what had happened.

When it finally clicked, Jean was out the door. She hailed a cab —no short of a miracle.

A group of front desk personnel gathered over the scene.

“She’s a real lunatic, isn’t she? Who on god’s green earth works this hard under Ms. Weller?”

“By the way, Ms. Weller didn’t show up at the company today. She must be out having dinner with the golden boys,” said an employee. “Jean isn’t hard on the eyes, so she probably couldn’t resist tonight.”

“Someone might just take her place.”

The personnel who introduced Jean to the members added, “Let’s see how long that optimism lasts in that girl.”

Jean arrived at Room 305 of Luminance Villa —just within fifteen minutes.

Bursts of laughter and the sound of collided wine glasses were the first things Jean heard.

She hesitated. Am I late? Barely.

But intruding into a party will undoubtedly destroy the atmosphere inside. Her presence would be invasive.

Two waiters caught Jean’s eye as they walked over with dinner plates.

was intoxicated with the smell of wine. In the middle of the room, a woman with short hair was draped onto an armchair. Her sultry eyes as she held

the people in that room were men. Each one was worth a fortune to their

dishes. She moved stealthily towards a

noticed her while

was busy complimenting a man with a gray suit. But what interested her was the woman beside them in the main seat

of MON & Co.’s lead designers

mess. Monica was known to enjoy spending extended amounts of time with business leaders

attention, not that tabloid

divulge herself

least, that was what

to notice Monica Weller’s cigarette bud was burning out. Jean swiftly put out the cigarette

was a bit taken aback. She lifted an eyebrow and gave

“Jean Eyer?”

Ms. Weller,”

directed Monica. She smiled at

startled, Jean followed her instructions. Without

the wine party was then interrupted when Monica raised her wine

would like to introduce someone to you all. Her

great vision for choosing applicants. Miss Luna will unquestionably

“Yeah, come! Let’s toast.”

palms had grown clammy with a glass of red wine on

connoisseurs are nothing but phonies. They mask themselves with lies and flattery to keep the party going. Jean however had no choice

glasses of wine, Monica confessed that she was dizzy and ordered Jean to

slurred Monica. She leaned her body on Jean as they walked to the

out her handphone to hail a cab for Ms.

if

expected of interns from large companies to

shawl around her body and

& Co.?” she asked. There was no hint

answered frankly, “I need the work and

like what the rumors say. Okay, then you can follow me. Money is easy

her words before

a key to an