"It's a little sore, but I'll be fine in a while. It's too much to go to the infirmary for this." Marilyn waved her hands and looked at her watch. She added, "It's time for lunch. I need to deliver lunch to Mr. Logan Senior and Junior. Would you wait here for me? I'll come and find you afterward." Larissa pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit down. "You will probably scare them if you deliver lunch looking like this," she teased Marilyn. Marilyn's face flushed with embarrassment. She covered her cheek with her hand. "What should I do? I can't just ask them to get their meals themselves, right? You might end up as the only employee of the presidential office, apart from Mr. Logan." She peeked at Larissa through her fingers. "I'll go deliver their lunch. You stay here and wait. I'll be back soon." Larissa patted her shoulder. The hotel only delivered lunch at the entrance of the presidential office. Larissa had to pick it up, which meant walking across the entire o
"Slapped in your stead? What do you mean?" Gary's pleasant expression immediately darkened when he heard this. Larissa told him what happened in the conference room in an exaggerated manner. Finally, she got to the point, "Marilyn has been so helpful to me. Can we give her a raise?" "Sure." As long as it didn't involve Kevan, Gary always agreed to Larissa's requests. "I will inform the HR department later. Marilyn's salary will be raised by 10%." Larissa gave him a bear hug. "Thanks, Dad!" Gary burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling. He patted her hand and said, "I haven't had the chance to talk to you recently. Now that you've been in Blue Star Shipping for some time, how do you find the work? Is it difficult?" Larissa glanced at Lewis and said proudly, "With Lewis around, what difficulties could I possibly have?" "That's good to know." Gary seemed relieved. "You know that my health is declining. Dr. Smith has been telling me for years to step down and rest. "However, I
Nina's slap was hefty, whereas Marilyn's skin was fair and delicate. After half an hour, the mark on her face hadn't faded. It seemed to become redder and more swollen. Before lunch break ended, Larissa rejected her suggestion of covering it up with foundation. She dragged Marilyn to the infirmary without hesitation. The doctor prescribed an anti-inflammatory ointment, but it couldn't be applied directly. Marilyn had to remove her makeup first. Marilyn grabbed Larissa's hand desperately, almost begging on her knees. "I'll apply when I get home. I'll put on a thick layer. Would that work?" Everyone has the desire to look beautiful. Although Larissa didn't care much for makeup, she could understand if others were reluctant to remove it. "Alright, make sure you apply it properly tonight! Otherwise, the swelling might not go down." "Okay!" Marilyn nodded. The entire afternoon at the presidential office was spent in chaos. Employees transferred from other departments arrived
Lewis was Gary's executive assistant and the backbone of the entire presidential office. Apart from Marilyn, he oversaw the work of everyone in the department. They all reported their work to him. Thus, he knew each person's job scope and progress like the back of his hand. It was as if he was doing the work himself. Handing over tasks to a dozen people was time-consuming and difficult. However, when it came to Lewis, he completed his work in fast motion. Everything progressed at double speed. Before the end of the day, the presidential office had resumed normal operations. After resolving all the issues, Lewis stretched his sore back and pounded it sporadically with his arm. Larissa looked up and offered without hesitation, "Do you need me to help with that?" She said that out of instinct. She had forgotten to maintain her distance from Lewis. The words had left her mouth when she snapped back to reality. Flustered, Larissa looked at Marilyn who was sitting across from her.
Larissa was about to reply when Marilyn grabbed her wrist. She replied instead, "I accidentally hit my leg on the table and bruised it. Larissa went to the infirmary and got some ointment for me. She was reminding me to apply it when I get home." Lewis nodded and said coolly, "I see. Be careful next time." "Alright," Marilyn responded in a soft tone. Larissa glanced at Marilyn and noted that her face had turned redder than when Nina slapped her on the cheek earlier. Larissa bid them farewell at the entrance. Marilyn immediately spotted Kevan's car. "Is your driver coming to pick you up again?" she asked. Hesitating for a moment, Larissa noticed Lewis' attempts at suppressing a smile. "Yes, I'm going now!" Larissa replied with difficulty and waved goodbye. The next moment, she turned back. "Mr. Logan Junior, could you send Marilyn home? Since she hurt her leg, driving would be inconvenient for her." As soon as she said this, Marilyn's face flushed red. She waved her h
It was a weekday night, so many people were at the supermarket. Most of them were like Larissa. They had just finished work and were there to buy groceries for dinner. Aster was too old to sit in the shopping cart. He held Larissa's hand and followed closely behind Kevan, who was pushing the cart in front. Larissa rarely went to the supermarket. This chain supermarket was huge. She often felt lost whenever she entered. She had to rely on the staff's guidance to find what she wanted. Therefore, Larissa decided to use her usual strategy and asked for help from a store employee. However, before she could open her mouth, Aster interrupted her, "Mommy, you don't have to ask for directions! Daddy knows where everything is! He is so amazing! He memorized where everything was the first time he brought me here!" Aster's face was filled with admiration for Kevan. Although Aster did not show any disdain for her, Larissa still felt embarrassed by his words. She apologized to the store em
Larissa coughed loudly and cleared her throat. Finally, Wendy realized that they were at the door. In a hurry, she turned off the video call and complained to Larissa, "Why didn't you make a sound when you entered?" "I just made a sound, didn't I?" Larissa changed into house slippers and came up to Wendy. Grabbing her arm, she asked enthusiastically, "Is he coming to Westonia tomorrow?" Frowning, Wendy pulled her arm away and pushed Larissa with disdain. "It's none of your business! Go and help Mr. Rogers to prepare dinner! I'm starving!" However, Larissa didn't leave. "He just went home a few days ago, and now he's already flying back! Looks like he is really interested in you, Ms. Simmons!" She poked Wendy with her elbow and winked playfully. "You better seize this opportunity. Men like him are rare!" "Get lost! There's nothing between us. Stop spouting nonsense!" Wendy kicked her in frustration. Larissa chuckled and continued provoking her, "When are you going to introduce
The atmosphere at the table was usually cheerful. Aster and Wendy were die-hard fans of Kevan. They showered him with praise and compliments on everything he did. Fortunately, Kevan was used to such attention. Throughout dinner, he remained calm and did not let their praises get to his head. Larissa disapproved of their flattery and refused to associate with them. She lowered her head and focused on shoving food into her mouth. Larissa did not engage in any conversation that was unrelated to her. Halfway through the meal, Kevan asked Wendy, "What time will your friend arrive tomorrow? I don't have much to do, so I can help you pick him up." Wendy had her mouth full of food at that moment. When she heard the question, she almost choked on her dinner. She quickly took some tissue and covered her mouth, coughing and sputtering. Larissa poured a glass of water for Wendy and patted her back to help her recover. After a long while, Wendy finally caught her breath. "No need to t