Chapter 322


    “A lowly vice president trying to recruit, isn’t that embarrassing?”


    At that moment, a refined gentleman with gold–rimmed sses stepped forward, politely saying,


    “Hello, Ms. Be, let me introduce myself. I’m the secretary of Lloyd, the honorary president of the


    Asian Clothing Organization. I’d like to invite you to join our big, tight–knit organization.”


    “Hello, Ms. Bet, I’m the editor–in–chief of International Fashion Magazine.”


    As Arabe listened to them introduce themselves, before she could even refuse, Dean appeared.


    “Ms. Bet, I heard you were here; I have something urgent. Who are these people?” Dean looked at


    the group in confusion.


    The people present were also taken aback, simultaneously asking, “Ms. Bet?”


    Wasn’t she Designer Molly’s assistant?


    Why did it sound like she’s someone important?


    “Ms. Bet, are you doing business?” Dean thought he might have interrupted them. Looking at


    Arabe, he whispered, “Should we invite them upstairs? Are they from the samepany or different


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    ones?”


    Judging by their attire, they don’t seem to be from the samepany.


    There have been a lot of people seeking coborations with them recently.


    “Isn’t she Designer Molly’s assistant?” One of them couldn’t help but ask Dean.


    Dean was taken aback. “No, Ms. Bet was just apanying Designer Molly to thepetition,


    giving her courage and confidence. Ms. Bet is actually one of ourpany’s leaders.”


    Then it dawned on everyone: So that’s why she didn’t ept the job offers..


    Someone as talented as her at Collins Corporation must be paying her a hefty sry to keep her here.


    “Ms. Be, if you’re willing to join ourpany, we can offer you three times your current sry.”


    “We can offer five times!”


    “What we offer is fame and status! I believe you’re passionate about this industry and want to make a


    name in the design field; that’s why you’re staying in thispany, right?”


    “Why work in such a smallpany when you can show everyone your design talent?”


    “You’ve heard of Tracy’s fame, haven’t you?”


    She hadn’t.


    “I’m just working a summer job.” Arabe said nonchntly, “I don’t n on bing famous.”


    What she really loved was probably medical research.


    “Here’s my business card; if you change your mind, call me anytime, no matter howte or whether it’s


    a weekend; I’ll answer!”


    “Me too! Here’s my contact information.”


    “And mine.”


    Everyone eagerly handed over business cards.


    Out of politeness, Arabe took them. After they left, she asked Dean, “Did you need something?”


    “Ms. Bet, it’s like this.” Dean hadn’t finished speaking when he heard someone calling Ms.


    Bet’s name.


    He looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a Maybach parked at thepany’s entrance. The


    middle–aged man who got out of the car radiated confidence; he was clearly a man of wealth.


    “Be, I need to speak with you.”