Boss's Sweet Secretary

Chapter 72: A Last-Minute Business Trip

She did not do anything the whole day when she skipped class. She just took out all the pocket money

she had saved, held it in her arms in a daze, and slept the whole day.

Later when Stephanie came home and held her in her arms. She felt very sorry for her.

"Jennifer, don't cry. I've thought about sending you abroad. I still have some savings and I know a guy

who is very nice to me. I'll ask him for help."

Everyone in the school knew about her and Jackson's young love. When the Whitney Family heard

about it, Jackson's mother even purposely made an appointment with Stephanie. Stephanie could tell

at a glance what kind of obstacles there were between the two children.

Jennifer raised her head from Stephanie's arms and looked at her mother with her teary eyes. Her

mother was noticeably much haggard after working hard the past several days. She dried her tears and

whimpered.

"Mom, I don't want to go abroad. I just... I promised Jackson to buy him a birthday present. I'm 10

dollars short. Can you give me next month's pocket money in advance?"

...

Later, she would occasionally wonder if her father hadn't passed away, and if her family had been doing

well financially, then maybe she would have gone abroad with Jackson back then. But as she grew

older, she thought about it less and less. When she looked back at the relationship now with her current

age and experience, she somehow agreed with Jackson's mother's opinion.

At least back then, she and Jackson were not suitable for each other.

When she got out of the car, Jennifer pulled out her hand from Jackson's hand little by little and turned

back to remind Bastain.

"After he wakes up, tell him that he has to move on at some point. Actually, I didn't suffer as much as

he thought I did, so he doesn't have to feel so guilty."

At the Miller's family's villa.

Jennifer took off her coat and hung it on the hanger. She changed into her slippers and went straight

into the house, which alerted Nancy. She opened the door and came out of her room. She was going to

cook supper for her.

"You don't have to, I ate at the company. You should go to bed early."

"It is fine. Mr. Hans also needs to eat when he comes back. How about this, Miss Hunter, you take a

shower first and I'll cook. I'll call you when I'm done."

Currently, Nancy was the only servant left in the house, and it seemed that Hans didn't want to hire any

more servants. This made her feel a lot more relaxed. There were fewer people in this big house who

had their own ulterior motives. It made the house cosier.

An hour later, when Hans got home, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol as soon as he entered the door.

He frowned.

"What's that smell?" His cold voice reverberated in the living room.

When Nancy heard his voice, she had just come out of the kitchen while wiping her hands on the

apron. Hearing this, she sniffed and was slightly stunned. "Is it rum? I made tiramisu for supper. Mr.

Hans, do you want some?"

Hans nodded. His gaze fell on the grey coat on the hanger in the entryway, and he frowned slightly.

Jennifer had just taken a shower and opened the bathroom door. Her wet hair was dripping down on

the towel on her shoulder. When she saw Hans, she paused. "You're back?"

Hans's gaze was withdrawn from the coat and he glanced at her. He frowned.

"You should stand there for a little longer. The floor is not wet enough."

"Who taught her to just walk out after taking a shower without drying her hair first? No wonder she's

always catching a cold." Hans thought.

Jennifer froze for a moment. She quickly pulled down the towel around her neck and returned to her

room while drying her hair. "I'm going to dry it..."

Ten minutes later, Jennifer returned to the dining table with her soft hair. Her hair was much smoother

after she dried it. She also looked younger than usual without her makeup, and her eyes made her look

exceptionally pure.

Hans lowered his head and ate supper. He looked up at her and saw that she was eating fast, her plate

of tiramisu was almost gone.

"No one is going to take your food away, why are you eating so fast? Do you have anything else to do

tonight?"

"Ahem..." Hearing his words, Jennifer hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth. She choked and

coughed non-stop.

Hans sneered. As if he had expected this, he picked up a cup of water and handed it to her. "You eat

so fast, no wonder you always choke."

Jennifer was drinking water and her heart was in turmoil.

"I wouldn't have choked if you hadn't scared me." She thought.

Jennifer was still coughing while drinking water. Hans couldn't stand it anymore and patted her back.

His gentle action made Jennifer feel scared and flattered. With a stiff face, she put down the cup and

kept silent for a long time. Then she couldn't help but let out a burp...

"Burp..."

A strange look flashed past Hans's face. He withdrew his hand and looked at her without saying a

word.

Feeling a little guilty, she lowered her head and said, "It's normal to burp, right? It's just like breathing.

You have to breathe when you're alive, and you will burp when you are full..."

"Nonsense." Hans thought.

There was a hint of contempt on Hans's face as if he was too lazy to talk to her.

"Have the issue with the artist been dealt with?" In order to break the embarrassment, Jennifer tried to

find a topic.

Hans nodded slightly. "Yes, it's done."

"How?"

"The company sent someone to bail him out and then fired him."

It was simple and straightforward, which was Hans's style.

The live streaming platform was a new, popular way of getting famous, and Joy Group was also

vigorously promoting it. However, the platform management was all done online. It was actually out of

the company's power to determine whether the artist was a good, upstanding person or not, so it was

easy for such a thing to happen.

"When the Planning Department submitted the live streaming artist training plan, I already told them to

monitor it closely, but we still couldn't avoid this. New artists want to gain popularity fast, so there will

always be someone who is willing to test the limit. We can only make an example of them."

Hans's attitude was a little serious when it came to work.

"If we fire them directly and pay the penalty, will it affect the enthusiasm of the other live streaming

artists?"

"We've talked about it in the meeting. The live stream artists' management needs to be readjusted. We

have emailed all the departments about this, I guess you haven't seen it yet. Get up early tomorrow.

You will go on a business trip with me to the branch office."

"A business trip?" Jennifer stared at him. She just wanted to ease the atmosphere, so she casually

mentioned work. How did she manage to get herself into a business trip?

"No one informed me!"

Hans glanced at her impatiently.

"I'm officially informing you right now. Tomorrow you will go on a business trip with me to Seattle. The

management of the live streaming artists is not so simple. The branch office is still at the beginning

stage. You will have more and more contact with them in this regard in the future. It's necessary to get

familiar with their work in advance."

Jennifer swallowed her saliva. Originally, she wanted to ask why she needed to get familiar with this

work. However, when she saw his irrefutable expression, she swallowed back her question.

"Forget it. It's just a business trip. It's not a big deal. It's not like I've never been on a business trip

before." Jennifer thought.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

However, in her mind, it was not an easy task to go on a business trip with Hans. Every time, she was

tortured to death at night, but the next morning she would have to accompany him to work in high

spirits.

"I have just gotten used to Hans being nice. Was it all just the calm before the storm?" She thought.