The guy felt all kinds of awkward and shot Maeve Reese a mean look. "Who are you looking down on, woman? Do who I am? Do you still want to survive in the fashion industry in the future?" He tapped the table with his hand, looking conceited, and arrogant.
Maeve was just about to tell him to scram when she
"Ms. Reese, there you are."
ed by a familiar booming voice..
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Fran''s eyes lit up the second he saw Maeve. He ditched his secretary and hightailed it over. He grinned and asked her, "How you holding up today? Keeping up with the lessons okay?"
There weren''t a whole lot of people in the restaurant. When they saw this scene, they started eyeballing Maeve and Fran, trying to figure out what the deal was between them.
Everybody knew Yoke was just one of the Richard family''s assets! Fran was Warren''s only son and was set to inherit his title and all that good stuff in the future.
An aristocratic bachelor like him had nock of admirers.
When Maeve heard Fran''s words, she couldn''t help but think he''de just for her. Remembering Mr. Warren''s whole matchmaking thing before, she couldn''t help but feel a bit squirmy seeing him now. She hoped she was wrong.
"Thanks for asking. I''m doing just fine," she said, a bit out of sorts
Fran''s expression shifted a tad when he saw the dude next to her. "Anything else?"
"N-no, I''ll leave now!" The man smiled awkwardly and fled with his te.
Fran looked away and beamed at Maeve. "I''m back in town for a bit to handle some business. I''ll be around for a while. If you need a hand, hit me or my secretary up. Don''t be a stranger Maeve nodded and thanked him for his kindness.
He didn''t stick around long. After chatting with Maeve for a bit, he took off in a rush.
The second he left, the dead silence in the restaurant red right back up.
Maeve wasn''t sure if it was just her imagination, but those fancy managers were ring daggers at her.
As evening approached, Maeve went to the washroom and was about to return, but the door of the cubicle could not be opened.
Right then, a bucket of gross, dirty water came crashing down from above the stall. Even though she managed to dodge quickly, her clothes still got soaked.
Acentugh came from next door. He threw down the bucket and quickly fled,
Maeve had a headache. Fran had really drawn a lot of hatred for him.
On the first day he came here, he mentioned the toilet prank.
These people were really boring.
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She took off her wet jacket and held it in her hand. She hopped up on the toilet and grabbed the top of the stall door. She swung over andnded in the next stall. She smoothed out her skirt and strolled out. When she saw the puddle of water on the floor that could''ve made her take a spill, she tiptoed around it.
Unexpectedly, the bathroom door wouldn''t open either. Looked like it''d been locked from the outside. No matter how hard she pushed, it was no use. Maeve looked around. She shoved open the only window there and peeked down. From two floors up, she figured she wouldn''t die from the fall. If she hung around here, she''d freeze to death. Without thinking too hard about it, she hopped out the window.
Plop!
The moment hended, Maeve had a bad feeling.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.
She seemed to have hit someone.
This scene was familiar, as if the same situation had happened before.
That thought just zipped through Maeve''s head. She scrambled up and reached out to yank the poor schmuck who happened to be passing by and got caught off guard by her.
"I''m sorry. Are you okay?"
The guy used her hand to pull himself up and rubbed his forehead, which was all bruised up from smacking the ground. He looked at Maeve and grumbled, "Lady, you ain''t gonna die from jumping from this height. At most, you''ll get banged up. There''s a whole lotta good stuff in the world. Don''t be such a wuss and let things get to you. Think about friends."
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