Chapter 323


    When Attlee dropped that bombshell, Dean was taken aback. Was he Arabe’s dad?


    What the heck was going on?


    Arabe’s real dad was supposed to be Keh Collins!


    Who was this guy?


    He had the nerve to im he was Arabe’s father.


    Without batting an eyelid, Arabe headed toward thepany. Attlee quickly tried to stop her.


    “Be, I got you this chocte cake on my way here. I bought it from that popr dessert shop that you


    probably know. I stood in line myself to buy it.”


    Hearing Attlee’s words, Dean was touched. He thought the people around Arabe were really nice,


    always buying her expensive desserts and even queuing up to get them.


    Just as he was about to say something nice, he heard Arabe’s cold voice.


    “I hate chocte.”


    Attlee’s face froze. He quickly said, “I remembered you loved Chocte. Did your taste change as you


    grew up?”


    “Ynda loves chocte.” Arabe said it coldly. “From childhood, I’ve always hated chocte.”


    Now, Attlee was even more embarrassed. He quickly took out a wallet from his pocket and pulled out


    some big–bills. “Take this money and buy whatever you like. I’m sorry for my mistake.”


    Arabe coolly avoided his touch. “Spit it out.”


    Dean was stunned. It seemed that Arabe did not like this middle–aged man. She looked quite


    impatient.


    “Be, I saw you apany Designer Molly to apetitionst time and found out you work here.


    Today, I came to.” Before Attlee could finish, he noticed Dean standing nearby and asked, “Be, is this


    your colleague?”


    “No, I’m Ms. Bet’s assistant, Dean.”


    Before Dean could finish his sentence, he received a cold warning nce from Arabe, and he was so


    scared that he didn’t dare to continue.


    Attlee looked at Arabe in surprise and said, “You’ve gone from being a small assistant to manager?


    You even have your own assistant?”


    Dean was shocked.


    Arabe was silent.


    “In that case, you should help me even more!” Attlee put away his wallet, indicating his intentions.


    “Allbara Investment pulled their funds earlier, and a few bigpanies announced they wouldn’t


    cooperate with us anymore. Recently, several suppliers have terminated their contracts. I want to ask


    for your help. Can you cooperate with ourpany?”


    Arabe was speechless. Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    “I heard your production volume has exploded recently, and you have a lot of orders. Can you pass


    some to us?”


    Arabe got the gist of his request and mocked him coldly: “Did you hit your head on the street? Or did


    the rainwater get into your brain? Instead of going to the hospital, you came here to act crazy?”


    Attlee knew thating to Arabe might get him reprimanded, but he didn’t expect her to be so harsh,


    especially in front of her assistant.


    Just as Arabe was about to enter thepany, Attlee blocked her way again.


    “Be, even if you don’t respect your father, at least think about your grandmother. Ask yourself, Has


    your grandmother treated you badly these years? Shouldn’t you repay her kindness? Now that the


    Murphy family is in trouble, aren’t you going to help? I just want some of your orders; I’m not asking for


    alimony!”


    Arabe cut him off impatiently, saying, “What right do you have to say this to me?”


    “Be! I’m begging you. Even if you don’t want to give me some orders, at least give me a few


    designs.”