I turned to Zane at the thought.


    Just two days ago, Eric told me that thepany nned to spend some money to get more views. Did they carry out the n already?


    I gave it some thought. When the number of followers increased by hundreds several days ago, we managed to sell about 5,000 dolls. In just a day, I gained ten times the followers I had a few days ago.


    It meant that the number of dolls that were sold would increase, right? What would be of my ie?


    I ran some simple calctions in my head. By selling 5,000 dolls, I could get 60 thousand dors. Ten thousand dolls meant 120 thousand dors, right?


    I straightened my back at the thought. Indeed, making money was much easier after myic became well-received and popr.


    Just then, someone knocked on the door.


    "Come in," said Zane.


    Yvonne opened the door a crack, and when she saw Zane in the office, she decided not toe in. After all, she hadn''t been around him much and wasn''t that close to him.


    "Come on out," she said, looking at me. "There''s something I want to tell you."


    Yvonne was my editor once, so I figured she might want to talk to me about work. After hesitating for a bit, I got up and went after her.


    She led me to a spot where people rarely walked past and said, "I''m a good friend of Jessica."


    I knitted my brows and looked at her from head to toe, puzzled as to why she''d tell me that.


    It was a good thing that she was frank enough. "Jessica and Steven got into a fight because of you. I think you should help them mend the cracks in their rtionship."


    Yvonne found out about this when she and Jessica met up to discuss matters regarding theics. As Jessica''s good friend, Yvonne felt the need to lend the former a hand in solving her rtionship problem.


    I couldn''t believe what I heard. Staring at Yvonne in disbelief, I mumbled, "Is something wrong with the minds of all the people who''re rted to Jessica?"


    Yvonne caught the ridicule in my voice. She snapped, "What do you mean by that?"


    I didn''t want anything to do with Steven, so I told her, "First of all, did not contact Steven. Even if


    something did happen to him, you shouldn''t put the me on me."


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    I continued exining, "Secondly, if I remember correctly, Jessica was the third wheel back then."


    My blunt words stunned Yvonne, and she stiffened.


    I added, "Besides, I don''t remember


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    husband Steven and I are divorced, and Jessica''s wish hase true. They aren''t as lovey-dovey as before. Still, what makes you think I am the one to me? Why should I be held ountable for that?"


    It was simply too ridiculous.


    "Yvonne, don''t forget that Jessica''s the one who ruined my rtionship with Steven in the first ce. She deserved it, whether I took revenge or not ''m kind enough not to cause her trouble. Wrap your head around


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    Then, in a warning tone, I told her, "Don''t me me for making your life miserable if you dare toe find me because of the two of them again!"


    Yvonne''s feet were glued to the ground. She stared at Annalise''s retreating figure but couldn''t retort despite her rage.


    What Annalise said was true, after all. Jessica was the one who made a mistake in the first ce.


    It took some time for Yvonne to finally calm down, and when she was cool-headed enough, she returned to her office and called Jessica. "Annalise refuses to help you," she told Jessica.


    Jessica''s confused voice sounded from the phone, "Why? She doesn''t love Steven anymore, right? Why wouldn''t she help me?"