Chapter 94


    “You looked really hot in that shirtst night, Romeo said.


    Arabe arched an eyebrow, “Aren’t I always?”


    “You always are.” Romeo moved closer to her cute ear, his voice both teasing and filled with desire,


    “butst night, you were especially captivating”


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    His eyes were filled with affection, and his lips curved up slightly, “You were very goodst night.”


    She looked pure and innocent in her sleep. Her serene and elegant face was like a goddess isted


    from the mundane world.


    Arabe had no idea what happened after she fell asleep. Seeing the car approaching thepany’s


    front door, she reminded, “Carl, pull over and let me out.”


    “Sure thing, Ms. Be!” Carl said.


    Romeo stroked her face gently, “I’ll pick you up at noon.”


    “Mm.” Arabe said.


    As soon as Arabe entered thepany, she heard a ridicule voice, “Well, if it isn’t Ms. Bet! Did


    youe to work in a luxury car? That must’ve cost a pretty penny.”


    The one who spoke was Oscar, the big boss of thepany before Arabe’s arrival. Although he


    didn’t see the license te just now, the limo model and the Rolls–Royce logo on the hood were


    enough to prove its worth.


    “You’re so young, Ms. Bet, yet you can afford such a luxury car. I’m impressed.” Oscar said, even


    making a bow.


    A hint of indifference curled up at the corner of Arabe’s mouth, “Quite free, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you


    be at your post instead of loafing around here?”


    “I am waiting for a client and just happened to see you, Ms. Bet!” Oscar said cheerfully, “Is that


    your car? Or your boyfriend’s? Or maybe your sugar daddy’s?”


    “What’s it to you?” Arabe walked towards the elevator, “Just do your job.”


    Oscar watched her slim and beautiful figure, feeling contemptuous. He thought she got her position


    just because of her young and beautiful face. Arabe took the elevator to the twentieth floor and saw


    her assistant Dean and designer Molly waiting for her from afar.


    “Ms. Bet, Molly has been waiting for you.” Dean said.


    “What’s up?” Arabe pushed open the door to her office, sat in her office chair, and looked up at the


    girl in front of her.


    “Ms. Bet, here are my recent designs. I was wondering if I could get your feedback?” Molly handed


    over the designs, her heart thumping, unsure of Arabe’s response.


    Seeing Arabe’s confusion, Molly hurriedly exined, “At thestpany meeting you held, our


    department head went and showed you my design. After your revision, my design has greatly


    improved.”


    She admired Arabe’s talents and almost took her as an idol.


    “What kind of design do you want to create?” Arabe picked up her design and began to look at it.


    “Of course, fresh and beautiful, that’s my design style.” Molly said.


    Molly’s eyes sparkled, excitedly, “I hope to design the most beautiful clothes in the world, just like my


    idol – Queen Abby. Ms. Bet, do you know Queen Abby?”


    Arabe paused briefly and smiled slightly, “I know.”


    “She is an extremely talented designer! You can see her unique aesthetics and deep skills from her


    works. Every piece of clothing, every bag she designs, is perfect beyond criticism!” Molly said.