She Killed My Ex

Chapter 13 Transfer Her to the Public Relations Department

Chapter 13 Transfer Her to the Public Relations Department

Caroline stood fidgeting in front of Bentley. Not long after, someone knocked on the door outside, and Bentley said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Caroline looked at the person who came uneasily. It was Marissa, who interviewed Caroline three months ago.

"Marissa." Caroline was anxious and fearful. She carefully glanced at Bentley sitting on the single sofa and then at Marissa who came suddenly. Caroline was nervous and didn't know what the indifferent man had in mind.

"Mr. Shawn." Marissa was dressed in a well-tailored white suit, which made her very charming, and she had two big breasts. Marissa asked honestly in front of Bentley, "What can I do for you?"

Caroline felt that Marissa's attitude towards Bentley was a bit strange. It seemed that Bentley was her big boss. Caroline didn't know that Bentley was indeed Marissa's boss. It was just that Caroline stayed in prison for three years. After three years, the world had already changed.

"Do you know her?" Bentley raised his chin towards Caroline on the side. Marissa had a bad look and secretly glared at Caroline. Marissa still had an impression of Caroline. Caroline left a deep impression on Marissa. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Marissa forced herself to smile and said, "Mr. Shawn, did Caroline offend you? Don't be angry, I will teach her well."

Caroline knew Marissa was sticking up for her. Caroline originally thought that Marissa, who was known for her harshness, would directly fire her at this time, but Marissa stood by her in front of Bentley. Caroline couldn't help being surprised and also feeling grateful to Marissa.

Marissa glared at Caroline again and thought, "If it weren't for Caroline working hard and being very low-key and sensible, as well as never causing trouble, I wouldn't take the risk of sticking up for her. How Caroline, who has always been so low-key that she doesn't have any sense of existence, has offended the person who shouldn't be offended the most?"

Bentley on the opposite side certainly noticed the interaction between the two.

Bentley looked at Marissa with deep eyes and asked, "Who interviewed her for the job?"

Marissa's face turned pale immediately, and beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.

"Hmm?" Bentley snorted softly and still looked at Marissa with questioning eyes.

"It's... It's me, Mr. Shawn. She was interviewed by me personally." In fact, Marissa didn't need to interview people for the job at all. She thought, "What the hell! I haven't interviewed applicants in person for two or three years. Why did I interview her that night?"

Marissa felt a lot of remorse in her heart. Seeing Mr. Shawn's look, Marissa knew that Caroline really annoyed Bentley. After following Bentley for so many years, Marissa certainly knew that Bentley was really angry.

"You interviewed her for the job? A cleaner?" Bentley raised his eyebrows. The sweat on Marissa's forehead kept dripping down, and her whole body stretched tightly. Marissa didn't dare to wipe the sweat.

Marissa replied honestly and carefully, "During the interview, Ms. Jameson's qualifications were not up to other positions in our club, even as a waiter..." Marissa continued embarrassedly, "But Ms. Jameson said she wanted to work as a cleaner here."

Then Marissa suddenly raised her head and said to Bentley, "Mr. Shawn, since Caroline has been a cleaner, she has worked hard and seriously."

In such a high position, there was no need for Marissa to care about subordinates and trivialities, but Marissa didn't know what her feelings were for Caroline.

It was clear that lowly Caroline and Marissa were supposed to be from different worlds, but Marissa felt that she was something so similar to Caroline. However, Marissa didn't know what it was exactly after thinking about it carefully.

Just after Marissa boldly blurted out, she suddenly panicked and looked carefully at Bentley.

On the brown single leather sofa, Bentley folded his legs, which showed him gentlemanly and elegant. He said, "Marissa, transfer her to the public relations department."

Marissa suspected that she heard it wrong and then stared at Bentley in consternation. Marissa asked, "Mr. Shawn, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly." Marissa thought, "Public relations department? Caroline? I must have heard it wrong."

"I said that a diligent and excellent employee like Caroline should be transferred to a higher-paying position." As Bentley said, he put down his legs and stood up. He indifferently glanced at Caroline, who was stunned.

Bentley sneered, "Marissa, you should know the talents of your subordinates in all directions before employing them. You probably don't know that Ms. Jameson is very talented at acting."

Caroline froze immediately.

Bentley seemed to suppress his anger while speaking, "The public relations department lacks a talent like Ms. Jameson who knows when to yield. She's good at kneeling. As for other things, she can also do with a great facility like pleasing men."

The air seemed to stagnate.

Bentley didn't care about Caroline's pale face. On the contrary, Bentley appreciated Caroline's desperate expression at the moment. He thought, "Caroline, can you still be indifferent?"

Bentley didn't believe that the proud Caroline became the lowly woman who only knelt down. Bentley just wanted to see with his own eyes whether Caroline was really as lowly as she was now.

Everything Bentley did was to force Caroline. Bentley didn't realize that in his deep heart, he wanted the proud woman who would say, "When Winnie becomes your girlfriend, I will give up!", but not the lowly woman who only knelt down!

Besides, Bentley didn't realize that behind all his methods of forcing Caroline, he couldn't accept the fact that he was the culprit who made Caroline like this!

Bentley found enough excuses for himself. He thought the reason for his humiliation of Caroline was that Caroline killed Weiming, and he hated Caroline.

Nobody could wake one who was not really sleeping. However, there will always be a day when the person wakes up.

Marissa heard it clearly this time. She was surprised that Bentley asked her to transfer Caroline to the public relations department.

The Royal Club's public relations department was actually a host club full of hostesses, female models, male models, and escorts.

Marissa hesitated and glanced at Caroline, whose face was pale. Then Marissa said, "I see, Mr. Shawn." With many years of experience, Marissa intuitively guessed that Caroline and Bentley had a special relationship.

Marissa had never seen Bentley care about the trivial matters of the Royal Club. To put it bluntly, the Royal Club was just Bentley's tiny small industry, and Bentley never cared about the club.

"Caroline, come with me," Marissa said in a businesslike manner. Caroline's face was pale. Caroline suddenly raised her head and looked at Bentley imploringly. Caroline begged, "No, I don't want to go there." Caroline thought, "That public relations department? Bentley wants me to go to the public relations department!"

"No!"