The women’s faces fell almost simultaneously as they rolled their eyes. They were going to leave the pantry when they heard Cordelia say, “Centrolis is a globalized city that’s highly accommodating. I really can’t believe that such an accommodating city has narrow-minded people like you!”

“Hah, so!?” The fat woman huffed. “Non-locals are non-locals. They’ll never compare to the local gals!”

“Hey, there’s a delivery!” Someone checked their phone.

The parcels would usually be left at the reception, and the coworkers would ask Cordelia to bring them in for them.

These older women were unable to correct the habit and called out in unison, “Cordelia, go get—”

“Get what?” Cordelia sneered. “None of those parcels is mine. Why should I get them?”

“We’re colleagues!” Another woman stepped in to mediate the situation. “Shouldn’t coworkers help each other out?”

“We’re coworkers when you need me to do something, but I’m only a vile ‘non-local’ when I’m not needed.” Cordelia smiled at them, but the smile did not reach her eyes, making the others shudder.

Cordelia said coldly, “Sorry, but these parcels are best left to be picked up by you ‘locals’. ‘Non-locals’ can’t be of help.

“Also, save your worries. I don’t need a boyfriend.” She said clearly, “I have a husband!”

Cordelia twirled and left after that, leaving the women rooted and gaping.

Sometimes, one really could not be too nice, or it would be an excuse to be bullied by others.

Cordelia did not go for lunch during noon but went to a park close to the company. She bought a bag of bread and sat on the bench to feed the pigeons.

A pair of black leather shoes appeared before her a while later. She looked up to see the soft smile of a sculpted face.

Cordelia received an interview notice from a company after settling down in Centrolis. The interview went smoothly, and she soon started working in the new company.

She took care of her mother at home after work and visited Carter at university during the weekends to bring him some daily necessities. The days went by in this routine as if she had returned to the pure and quiet time.

Zephyr kept her company quietly, never once disturbing her life, and frequently went to her place to help with chores.

the time, he was not exactly helpful because Cordelia usually had to redo what he had done. It was fine when she was in a good mood, but when she had a lot of pressure from work, worked overtime and into the night, or

Cordelia when she shouted and yelled at

raising your voice? Can’t you talk to our

yourself if you have the time to yell at

“Don’t think that you can act however you want because our Zephyr likes you!

bewildered. Whose mother was she

always calling Xyla “mom” as well, so those who did not know better would actually think they were the actual mother

head

work, her superior had already told her, “Young people should work harder. You ought to be

this, but Cordelia was serious

not only include drafting news, but she also had to do editing, typesetting, and countless

her to water the withering Devil’s Ivy. and send documents for them and

her coworkers had an innate sense of superiority for being a Centrolis local and looked down on

to pour herself a glass of water, but the gossipers in the

do you have a

burned her tongue as she chuckled awkwardly and wanted to hurry away

with us! Heh… If you don’t have a boyfriend,

“It’s fine…”

Cordelia from head to toe as she munched on some nuts. “Why would Cordelia not be able to get

Another one spoke up. “I wouldn’t want someone who isn’t

to get along with, and their habits are different! Wouldn’t we be ‘helping the needy’ if they

a mother and younger

where these people got their news from. How were they

looked at her disdainfully and mocked,

and loosened them as she took a few deep

back against them. She could feel those arrogant eyes on her back when

gossip of the lot. To them,

scoffed and turned around, raking her

think Centrolis has too many

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