Chapter 141


    After lunch, Arabe headed back to the office.


    Just as she reached the 20th floor and the elevator doors opened, she heard Dean’s voice echoing


    from afar.


    At that moment, Dean was blocking a group of seven or eight male employees outside the office, not


    letting them in.


    One of the men, dressed in a white shirt, was pleading. “Dean, I really fancy Ms. Bet…”


    “Where do you get the nerve? Do you have a house and car in Summerfield?”


    The man in the white shirt shook his head.


    “How much do you have in savings?”


    “Three hundred dors…”


    “You dare to fancy Ms. Bet with only three hundred dors?” Dean was getting angry.


    “Dean, I genuinely fancy Ms. Bet. I’ll work hard to make money…”


    Another male employee hurriedly stepped forward, smiling as he spoke, “Dean, I have an apartment in


    the city center, a car worth 100,000 US dors, and my monthly sry has already increased to 8,000.


    Could you please help me ce this love letter on Ms. Bet’s desk…?”


    Looking at the somewhat balding man in front of him, Dean suppressed the urge to curse and


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    “Look, you’re 32 years old… Can you stop causing trouble! Ms. Bet is only 18, can you back off a


    bit?”


    Another slightly effeminate man handed over a lunch box, “Dean, this is lunch I made for Ms. Bet


    when I went home at noon. Could you help me to deliver it to Ms. Bet’s office? If she eats it, she


    will definitely feel blessed!”


    “So, you fancy Ms. Bet too?”


    The man nodded firmly, “Yes!”


    “You’re not Ms. Bet’s type. She doesn’t like househusband types.”


    Dean scrutinized his appearance. His effeminate look would seem very odd next to Ms. Bet.


    “I can change for Ms. Bet! If she likes muscr guys, I’ll work out! If she likes career–oriented


    men, I’ll work harder! No matter what Ms. Bet likes, I’ll strive to.. be her type!”


    Dean patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, “Mate, take my advice, you’re miles away from being


    Ms. Bet’s type. Go home and rest.”


    “Dean, what do you think of me? A young, handsome boy with a somewhat immature look stepped


    forward.


    He seemed sunny, carefree. Dean, remembered he graduated from a prestigious university abroad.


    Young, highly educated, and from a well–off family, he even owned a vi.


    But…


    “Ms. Bet isn’t interested in boys like you.”


    “Why?” The boy looked puzzled.


    “Dean, can you give us another chance? Help us deliver the gifts to Ms. Bet…”


    Dean nced at his watch, “Ms. Bet is very punctual, she should be arriving at the office soon. You


    best scram, or she’ll dig up your pastziness!”


    Upon hearing this, everyone hastily left, not wanting Ms. Bet to uncover their past cking off.


    They took the staff elevator, separate from the VIP elevator Arabe used, so they didn’t run into each


    other.


    Arabe, in high heels, strolled leisurely towards her office. As she walked past Dean, she raised an


    eyebrow, “Seems like you’ve been quite busy?”