The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 598 Infiltrated Every Aspect Of Her Life

Lysander furrowed her brows. “Are you sure it’s more appropriate for me to show up at the office in a dress and a pointed collar trench coat instead of professional attire? They might not mock me to my face, but the whispers behind my back…

At this point, she paused. It was as if she suddenly realized that while rumors might be unpleasant to hear, they couldn’t actually cause her any real harm.

She had already understood this principle back when she was working at the hospital.

Upon seeing Lysander’s seemingly enlightened expression, Josiah tidied up the dining table, then returned and said, “It’s not as if I wear a suit to work every day, but no one has ever dared to comment on my attire. It’s not that my outfit is so flawless that no one can find fault with it, but rather, these things simply aren’t important.”

He glanced toward the shoes placed at the entrance and added, “Besides, you’re not comfortable wearing high heels. If all you want is to make the right first impression on them, what you’ve done so far is enough”

This remark struck a chord with Lysander. Lately, she had been wearing high heels every day and it felt as though her feet were about to give out from all the walking.

“That’s easy for you to say, but only because you’re Josiah Guerra. Even if you went to the office in your pajamas, no one would dare to criticize you,” she retorted.

“Perhaps you could look through all the clothes I’ve prepared for you before making a decision,” said Josiah. He had heard Lysander mention only the suit and the trench coat, and was certain that she had pushed his intentions to the back of her mind.

Lysander was in a hurry to prepare the things she needed to take with her, so she simply gave a casual nod before heading back to her room to change her clothes.

In the company, countless eyes were watching her, some eagerly waiting for her to trip up. She had been so busy lately that she often brought her work home. If she ever forgot her flash drive or documents at home, it would be a source of great amusement.

As Lysander pondered, her movements to open the wardrobe slightly faltered. Almost as if guided by an unseen force, she reached for the bag hanging nearby. Inside were the clothes mentioned by Josiah, which had been delivered here with her luggage.

cook with Martha. In no time at all, he had washed the used dishes at an impressive speed, neatly

had finished changing her clothes and emerged, he was already standing in the entrance hall, waiting for

have a meeting today, so you

indeed exuded a more prominent aura

a pair of matching colid–colored leather chose and caid “I menee thour l’il von the day where

“It’s not a big deal. I just have

said methodically. “Thank you, but I must

was ready and stepped forward, “Carol is already looking for a driver. Before the driver is officially hired, let me send you to the office instead. Consider it as helping

up and dropping off Lysander from work. The excuses he made up for doing so were increasingly elaborate, leaving no

the Thorne family, Lysander felt she had

in the car, she

this, Josiah didn’t comment any further. He simply reminded her to fasten her seat belt.

Josiah drove with steady precision. On the journey, apart from occasionally discussing the latest financial news with her, he

gaze would occasionally drift toward the window. Spotting a familiar office building, she instructed, “You can drop me off at the intersection ahead,

raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, “Are you worried about rumors spreading in the company?”

then parked the car by the side

world, particularly those who’ve achieved a certain status. There’s always someone who refuses to believe that her success is the result of her own hard work, instead attributing it to the exploitation of power and influence,” Lysander

what she

don’t rely on that, it would be bad if people saw us and started gossiping. It wouldn’t just be harmful to the reputation

but he never got the chance to voice his thoughts and simply stared at Lysander’s retreating figure.

necessarily have to know everything