Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 342

"By the way, my name is Kyla Corbyn. You can call me Kyla. What's your name?" the boss asked.

"I'm Grace. Kyla, you can just call me Grace," said Grace, and all at once, it seemed as if the gloom in

her eyes was dispelled.

Kyla Corbyn looked at Grace, her eyes flickering.

Grace left after leaving her name and contact information. A woman in her 50s went over to Kyla

Corbyn. "What were you talking about with that woman?"

"She just applied to be our food delivery rider, and I agreed to let her come to work tomorrow," said

Kyla Corbyn.

"A woman her age applying to be a rider? There must be something wrong with her. Don't girls like her

usually get an office job?" This rider job paid low wages, and only people in their 50s were asking about

it these days. However, they resented the low pay and long hours, so they refused to join.

"She has a criminal record for killing someone with her car," said Kyla Corbyn. "I think she's nice. She

was kind to Nelson, so I don’t think she’s a bad person. The car crash must have been an accident." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"You!" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Corbyn could not help scolding, "Haven't you suffered enough? Why do

you trust people so easily? If you can differentiate a nice person with your eyes, then there wouldn't be

bad people in this world! You shouldn't let someone with a criminal record work here. If she killed

someone while delivering orders, are we supposed to pay on her behalf?"

Kyla Corbyn sighed. "Mom, I just want to give her a chance. It seems to me that she really needs the

job."

"A chance? Didn't they give you a chance? Nelson still needs to cure his ear, and we're short of

money!" Mrs. Corbyn said angrily.

Kyla Corbyn gave a wry smile and said, "It’s exactly because no one gave me a chance before that I...

want to give her a chance all the more. After all… I've been to prison too."

Mrs. Corbyn could not help sighing at this and said nothing more.

Her daughter's sentence to jail had been their family's pain until now!

...

In the evening, Grace said to Jason, "Well... I've got a job, but I'm afraid I'm going to finish work late

and disturb you, so... I think it might be better for me to move back to the rental house."

Jason raised his eyebrows slightly. "Are you trying to move out again?"

Not move out, but move back. His choice of words made it seem as if this was her home.

However, a giant mansion like Reed Residence would never become her home.

She did not even know if she would ever have a home again.

"It's too big, and I'm not used to living here. Maybe a small place like the rental house will suit me

better," she said tactfully. "Besides, I've paid the rent. It would be a pity not to live there."

"Then you'd better get used to it, Sis," Jason said calmly. "As for the rent, I'll pay for it."

"No, I..." She wanted to say more, but his eyes were suddenly cold.

"Sis, if you are really afraid of disturbing me by leaving work late, you can quit your new job and find

another one. Isn't that better?" He stared at her and said, "Or do you think this job is more important

than me?"

Grace immediately had a hair-raising feeling.