<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 877 Do Not Use My Name</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jocelyn nodded. “Got it.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With a sense of resignation, she stepped out, aware that it was once again time for her to bear the brunt of Cassandra’s wrath.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She ced a call to Cassandra. “Ms. Evans, Mr. Nichs is still in a meeting and has an important client to meet with tonight. He is very sorry that he won’t be able to apany you to the performance.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cassandra was looking at wedding dresses when she heard these words and instantly became furious.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Does he genuinely not have the time, or did you not inform him?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Any woman who was by Nichs‘ side was met with intense hostility from Cassandra.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">All Jocelyn could do was apologize, “I’m sorry, Ms. Evans, but I have ryed your message.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As she spoke, she nced at Nichs, diligently working in his office. She found herselfpelled to lie for him once again.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mr. Nichs specifically had me prepare a gift for you today, as an apology.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon hearing that Nichs had prepared a gift as an apology, Cassandra’s anger finally began to subside slightly.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Tell him he’s not allowe</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Got it.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Atst, Jocelyn managed to</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">to reject me in the future.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">appease the demandingdy. She then chose a gift from those meant for clients and had it delivered to Cassandra.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Nichs hadn’t been working for lon before he emerged from his office.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Jocelyn.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jocelyn immediately rose from her workstation. “Mr. Nichs.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m stepping out for a bit. If anythinges up, give me a call.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Okay.” Jocelyn added, “Earlier, to prevent Ms. Evans from getting upset, I sent her a gift picked from those meant for thepany’s clients on</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Wah half</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As the chief personal assistant to Nichs, Jocelyn certainly possessed some degree of authority.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, a chill shed in Nichs‘ eyes. “In the future, no matter how you handle things rted to her, don’t use my name.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jocelyn paused for a moment, then promptly nodded.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Understood.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After departing from Magnus‘ branchpany, Cecilia wasn’t ready to head back home. She found herself wandering the streets alone, unsure of where to go.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">On the streets, a young individual was apanying an elderly person, strolling here and there, purchasing all sorts of items.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia gazed at them, filled with undeniable envy.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Ma’am, could you buy a flower from me?” A little girl suddenly tugged at the hem of Cecilia’s dress.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Cecilia looked down, she saw a little girl, not even as tall as her own legs, holding a basket full of roses.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She was somewhat puzzled. “You’re so young. Howe you’re out here selling flowers?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The young girl, with her exceptionally beautiful eyes, looked at Cecilia and said, “Because selling these flowers will allow me to buy the sketchbook I want.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“How much does each one cost?”</font></font>Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“It’s not expensive, just five bucks.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Sell all of these to me, then use the money to buy your sketchbook.”</font></font>


    After she finished speaking, Cecilia immediately handed the girl a thousand.


    The little girl could hardly believe it. “Thank you, ma’am!”


    “You’re wee.”


    “But I don’t need that much.”


    The little girl was just about to return the money to Cecilia when a well–dressed woman rushed over. “Sweetie, why are you selling flowers here? Didn’t I tell you? As long as you stick with our CEO, Mdm. Queenie, she won’t mistreat you.”


    Upon seeing her, the little girl immediately hid behind Cecilia.


    “I refuse! I don’t want to be with Mdm. Queenie. I want to be with my grandpa.”


    “You silly girl, it was your good fortune that Mdm. Queenie took a liking to you, yet you dare to refuse her? Come here, now!”


    The woman, ignoring Cecilia’s presence, attempted to forcibly pull the little girl away. “Your grandfather has already agreed to let Mdm. Queenie adopt you as her daughter, so why are you running away?”


    The little girl suddenly burst into tears.


    “I don’t want to be some CEO’s daughter; I want to be my grandfather’s granddaughter…” Observing the unfolding scene, Cecilia positioned herself protectively in front of the girl.


    “What do you think you’re doing? Didn’t you hear what she said? She doesn’t want to go with your