Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 22
Catherine blushed in embarrassment.

“I was involved in the designing of Melbourne theater and airport. Besides, I also have experience in project management, but people don’t believe me because of my age. I can’t possibly reveal my identity as the young lady of the Jones family as well because people might form their own opinions on my motive. That’s why I can only choose from being an assistant in a big company or being a designer in a small business,” she explained while quickly gathering the leaflets.

“I don’t want to be an assistant because that’s basically doing odd administrative jobs. Someone higher up will undoubtedly take advantage of me and claim my design concepts as their own. I’d rather start building my profile in a small company. Not only can I share a percentage of profit when closing deals, but managing a project also gives out a handsome paycheck. After a year of doing this, I can probably save enough money, build a team, and start my own business. This hardship is only temporary.”

“Don’t you want to return to Summit Group?” Shaun asked.

She shook her head quietly. “One shouldn’t depend on handouts from others. It’s more practical to be self-reliant.”

The man was genuinely astonished. Due to the environment he grew up in, he had seen many people constantly fighting over fame and wealth. Not many people shared the same view on life as her.

He looked at the woman who had bent over to pick up the leaflets. For the first time, he had a whole new level of respect for this person.

“Leave them.”

“I can’t.” She shook her head from left to right without a moment of hesitation. “I’ll be in trouble if the boss finds out the stash of leaflets is scattered across the floor. The office is not doing particularly well and I shouldn’t goof off. Besides, leaving them on the floor makes it difficult for the janitor too.”

Then, a beautiful hand picked up one of the leaflets in front of her with slender fingers.

watch peeked from beneath his

a brown watch band. It gave out an elegance more sophisticated than the branded watches worn on the wrists of celebrities on the

blue casual pants were wrapped tightly against his muscles

that night popped into her mind. She could

was she thinking? She should be ashamed

lifted his eyes to steal

be sunburned,” Catherine stuttered. She averted her gaze immediately by lowering her head to the

rest under the

“It’s fine.”

her head

too. In fact, apart from having the tendency to speak bluntly and maybe being a little petty,

them around five minutes

she rose to her feet. She could not

down on the floor when a strong hand pulled

staggered a little before regaining balance. Her eyes

bending over too long.” She wiped the perspiration off her forehead. “It could also be the