Chapter 150


    After the kiss, Romeo looked into her eyes and said tenderly, “In the future, you can share anything


    with me, whether it’s happy or sad. I’m willing to listen.”


    Arabe lifted her head and gazed at his sincere expression.


    “You don’t have to bear everything on your own, you know?” Romeo continued.


    Arabe seemed to have never opened up to anyone, whether it was good or bad, even with Kelly


    Piper, it was just a few simple words. But now, seeing Romeo’s caring gaze, she nodded, “Okay” She


    would do her best to share her feelings.


    Romeo gently caressed her face, smiling indulgently, “Let’s go, we’ll have breakfast.”


    After breakfast, Arabe arrived at thepany, and amidst a pile of reports, she discovered new


    clues. Her slender fingers lightly tapped the desk as she pondered how many hidden secrets Oscar still


    had that she had yet to uncover.


    “Ms. Bet, Designer Molly wants to meet you!” Dean’s voice echoed from outside the door.


    “Come in”


    When Molly entered, traces of tears were still evident in her eyes.


    “Ms. Bet, good morning. These are my recent autumn designs.”


    Molly respectfully handed over the design drafts to Arabe, a smile on her face.


    But it was not hard to see that her smile was forced and even held a hint of sadness.


    “Mr. Samual wanted me to show you the drafts. He said you’re the real design master.”


    Arabe looked at Molly’s swollen eyes, “Have you been crying?”


    Molly shook her head, but couldn’t help but start sobbing lightly again.


    “Sit down, take a moment to calm down.”


    Arabe didn’t pressure her, instead, she handed her a tissue, allowing her to let out her feelings.


    Molly’s tears fell drop by drop. She tried to control herself several times, but her emotions got the better


    of her.


    Dean outside the door had no clue what had happened, he shrugged in confusion.


    He texted Arabe: [I have no idea what’s up with Designer Molly. Should I ask?]


    Arabe replied calmly: “No need.”


    When Molly had cried herself out, Arabe poured her a ss of water and ced it in front of her,


    “Drink some water first.”


    “Ms. Bet.” Molly didn’t expect Arabe to pour her water personally. A stranger treated her so


    kindly, thinking of her own family/her emotions started to re up again. Arabe watched her sob and


    asked calmly, “Is it about work?”


    Molly shook her head.


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    “Family issues?”


    Molly nodded.


    Arabe got the hint. Only family could hurt someone this deep.–


    At this, Molly started crying again. She really didn’t want to bring personal stuff into work, but every


    time she thought about it, she felt so angry and wronged!


    “I haven’t told my mom about this yet,” Molly choked on her words, tears falling like rain.


    Arabe waited until she stopped crying before asking/“Did your family do it?”


    “Yes!” Molly recalled her heartless family members, and tears streamed down her face. “In fact, my


    family also owns a clothingpany,” Molly wiped her tears and continued, “Thispany was


    founded by my grandfather, and my father took over after his passing. But a few years ago, my father


    suddenly passed away in a car ident.”