Chapter 66
“What matters to you more? Your job, or your dignity?” Stephen asked.
Layla looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“So what if they know that you’re working in a sales gallery?” Stephen asked.
“They’ll look down on me.”
“Do you really need friends like that?
Layla didn’t know what to say.
Stephen said, “just see what happens if you let them know what your job is. Will they cuss me out, or will they mock you in secret?”
“If they tell anyone else, everyone will know that the Murrays have fallen so far that even the spoiled Princess Layla has to sell houses in a sales gallery,” Layla replied. She was quite self–aware of her reputation.
Stephen smiled. “Yeah, you’re definitely spoiled.”
“That’s not the point!” Layla said, getting andous.
“Then, you should use the o
opportunity to choose better friends,” Stephen said.
Layla looked at him, stunned.
grow up, Layla.
Stephen continued, “I’ve already told you that I’ll give the company to you, I won’t go back on my word. But before that, you have to g “This is your first task If you can become the top–selling agent in the sales gallery this month, I’ll take you away from there.” Layla panicked, “I can’t. Everyone else is so experienced. I’m just a… you’re making it so hard for me! You’re just making me unable to purpose. I can see through you, Stephen!”
She pulled the blanket over herself, pouting. She couldn’t even work at her own company.
back to the company on
Stephen gazed at her with sympathy. “Layla, somewhere in your subconscious, I’m the one that you believe in the most. You just refuse to admit it.” Every time Layla ran into trouble, she would seek out Stephen’s help. Even it someone had just straight to Stephen to ask him to even things out for her.
just spoken to her rudely, she would skip finding her grandfather and go
When she was faced with challenges, she wouldn’t even tell her friends about it. She would rather be indebted to Stephen forever than inconvenience her friends.
Layla stayed under the blanket as she said, “It’s Friday tomorrow. Lucy will be getting discharged. I won’t go.”
Stephen smiled. Whoever said that Layla wasn’t kind was wrong. He thought that she was very kind.
“Alright. I’ll send Dylan over and go to the company. You can go to the orphanage with them if you have the time,” he said.
Layla nodded under the blanket.
The next day, Dylan put on some neat clothes and strapped his bag around his shoulders. He held his suitcase happily. Layla couldn’t bear to see him leave. “Come and hug me, you l
little brat.”
Dylan can into her anns and gave her a giant hug “Thank you for taking
E care p
of me, Aunt Layla.”
“I haven’t been taking care of you. I’ve been bullying you.”
Dylan shook his head and said with a smile, “You taught me how to put on my own clothes and shoes, and yo “That’s because I couldn’t be bothered to care about you, so I got you to do it on your own.”
you played with me.”
