The store manager was startled for a moment. Still, she replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll definitely pass on what you said to President Evans. Master Dylan, would you like to go upstairs for a cup of tea?"

Dylan had Ronnie wheel him out of the store. If it weren't for him having to trouble Laura with this, he wouldn't have come to L.E. Boutique.

The store manager saw Dylan and his entourage out of the store. "Thank you for coming, Master Dylan." She respectfully saw him off, as if seeing an emperor off.

After leaving L.E. Boutique's main store, Dylan opened WhatsApp on his cell phone, only to fall silent for a while. After that, he made five transactions to Kendall's bank account on his cell phone, transferring 10,000 each time.

Soon after that, Kendall sent him a voice message, which he opened. Her puzzled voice rang in the car. "Dylan, why did you transfer money to my bank account? Do you need me to buy something for you?"

Instead of responding to the voice message, he typed on his phone, 'It's your pocket money for this morning.' Then, he sent her the text message.

Kendall was startled for a moment when she received Dylan's reply. Soon after that, though, she realized what was going on. When Tilly gave her a hard time this morning, she did say that Dylan had never given her pocket money, to which he listened and responded by giving her pocket money right now. He gave me 50,000 per morning, which means that he'll give me 100,000 per day, right? How generous! Without being reserved with him, she accepted the 50,000 worth of pocket money he had transferred to her bank account.

Dylan's handsome face broke into a smile when he saw that she had accepted the money. Of course, she couldn't see him smile. He texted her, 'Just tell me if you need to buy anything. I'll give you extra money that isn't part of your pocket money.'

'Alright. Thank you, Dylan.' Kendall thanked him before sending him a kiss mark emoji.

"How shameless," Dylan mumbled, but his voice took on an unprecedented note of affection.



Meanwhile, at Mendelson Group, as soon as Frank was wheeled out of the elevator by his bodyguard, his male secretary came up to him and went to the president's office with him while reporting on his work to him.

Frank would occasionally give a few words of reply as he listened to his secretary's report. At last, his secretary said in a deep, gentle voice, "President Mendelson, Miss Zorn is waiting for you in the VIP room."

Frank frowned. "Miss Zorn?" Don't tell me it's Yasmine.

His secretary replied, "It's Miss Yasmine Zorn from Zorn Holdings. She came here early this morning with two insulated lunch boxes. It seems that she's here to bring you breakfast." President Mendelson is young, handsome, and rich. Even though he's always been reduced to No. 2 by Master Dylan, he's still a presence that others can only look up to, he thought. Countless women courted Frank openly or loved him in secret, but nobody had ever caught his eye. It was like he was prejudiced against women. Even his secretary was male; he didn't allow female secretaries to work by his side.

"Uh-huh," Frank mumbled impassively. "Tell her to come to my office."

Having heard his reply, the secretary said respectfully, "Yes, President Mendelson." He headed for the VIP room, whereas Frank was wheeled into the president's office by his bodyguard.

As soon as Frank sat down on the swivel chair behind his desk, Yasmine, led by Frank's secretary, knocked on the door and came in. "President Mendelson." Having gotten all dolled up for today, she looked even more radiant and charming than during the birthday party. She was holding a limited-edition Hermès purse in one hand while carrying two three-layered insulated lunch boxes in the other.

After she came in, Frank's secretary and bodyguard silently left the office and closed the door.
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