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Gage and Irene were in the elevator, with him standing behind her. He still had his hand over his cheek, so she said, “Stop over-acting. I only slapped you lightly, so why do you still have your hand on your cheek?”“I’m feeling honored that you touched my cheek,” Gage responded. “I still can’t believe it.”Irene rolled her eyes. “Do you want me to hit you again?”“That’d be an even greater honor,” Gage said, removing his hand and showing her his cheek, inviting her to hit him. But as he expected, she didn’t slap him this time.“I’m not the kind of woman who dates for weeks or months and then breaks up with the guy, then cries and suffers for months,” Irene spoke from her heart. “I’ll leave my marriage up to my father. If you’re really interested in me, then don’t get down on your knees before me like Russell did before Natasha. Instead, go and talk to my father. If you can convince him, then I will be convinced, too.”Gage went absolutely silent.Irene didn’t look back at him but won
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 227
Gage secretly paid a chef and made him pack some of the dishes, and THEN he returned to Regan who was waiting to fill his belly.After sniffing the dishes like a hungry old hound, he looked at Gage, “You don’t want to eat?”“I already did, sir,” Gage said, remembering how he forced Irene to sit and eat with him even though she told him she should work as she was the receptionist. Still, he said he would pay for her, and so she hurriedly ate with him, or so he thought. What Gage didn’t know was that the staff members could freely eat once a day at the hotel.Without waiting, Regan tasted one dish after another, though he couldn’t eat more than a little bit of every dish because he was an old man with not so much digestive power anymore.“Kale pasta with lemony beans… Warm and delicious.” Regan began to talk out loud. “I once ate this type of dish when I went out to picnic in the past. And this baked sweet potato with cheese leaking out of them is quite flavorful. And the spiced caulifl
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 228
On the same night.After a long day, the staff members were all gathered on the ground floor. They kept murmuring about why the CEO wanted to talk with them.Irene could hear what people were talking about. Most of those were negative talks as they were all anxious, wondering if they were now going to lose their jobs because they were only told this morning that they would be paid minimum wages. Those present right now were the ones that had agreed to work for minimum wages. Irene was among them.And Irene didn’t look happy.She had a bachelor degree certificate, so she was wondering why she found herself working as a receptionist while her friend who stopped studying after high school was now the personal assistant of a company that was worth billions.Irene felt as if all the dollars she had spent on getting a degree so she could get a job that will make her and her family happy were completely and utterly wasted.When she was a child, she began to dream of a magical job where she c
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 229
At the farmhouse.“I thought I could earn some money and help my parents build another floor in our house,” Irene was explaining to Jessica with a pitiful expression. “But now, I can’t work in that hotel anymore.”“Why don’t you give it a try?” Jessica grabbed her hand. “If it works out, you’re going to earn something, right?”“Something, yeah,” Irene smirked. “How would I know if they’re paying genuinely out of the profits? I’m sure they’ll make us sign new documents tomorrow morning, and if they pay me 100 dollars after I work for fifteen days, what will I do with that money? The suit I wear at the job cost 90 dollars for me, Jessica,” she angrily raised her voice. “And I need to work for fifteen days to get that money back? Are you kidding me? I’ll earn more if I babysit some kid in our neighborhood.”“Russell won’t pay that unreasonably,” Jessica tried to comfort her. “You are worrying too much. Read the contract tomorrow. If it states you can quit after fifteen days if you want,
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After a freaking long and tiring working day, Russell returned to the estate. It was already eleven o’clock by then, but the maids were waiting for him.There were three of them. They prepared his bath, helped him with the meals and made his life easier.After finishing dinner, he thanked them and went to his room.Dolly looked surprised. “No one in this house has ever thanked us like this before, did they?”“Go to your room, Dolly,” Wendy indifferently told her. “We’ll be quite busy tomorrow.”“Oh, yeah, the day after tomorrow, it’s Great Lady Nora’s birthday,” Dolly’s cheeks swelled in excitement. “We will have a lot of work on our hands the coming three days, and I can’t wait to eat the leftover cake.”“Let’s go.” Molly pulled Dolly away.Wendy cleaned the table and washed the dishes before going to her room.In Russell’s room.Russell was already snoring, but a phone call woke him up. It was Sansa. He didn’t answer, but she called him again, so he had to answer.She scolded him fo
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 231
The next morning.Irene came to the hotel with not much expectations; as she expected, more than fifty staff members quit. And this only increased her workload.A significant number of construction workers were from other countries, and Irene never thought her multilingual skills would be used when working as a receptionist. However, some other staff members envied her linguistic skills, but she couldn’t care less about them.She was currently checking the emails and responding accordingly. Because she could type fast, she was doing an exceptional job at it.The valet was talking with Irene. “Why are these workers coming even after our CEO had told them that they have to come here as the food will be delivered to their worksites?”“Obviously, they want to eat at a FIVE-STAR HOTEL. That’s why,” replied Irene, not at all interested in talking with the valet. He was a married man, and yet he was trying to flirt with Irene since morning. Because none of the construction workers came in pe
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 232
A black Audi R8 with some glossy orange accents dashed through the streets, grabbing a lot of attention from the citizens.William was in the driver’s seat, with Russell sitting next to him.“Slow down, William,” Russell ordered. “You’re going to hit someone at this rate!”William slowed down and stopped the car at a gas station, which just happened to be one of the gas stations owned by the company: Russell Gas.Naturally, Russell wanted to see how the work was happening, so he stepped out of the car.The workers didn’t recognize Russell or William, but because they had come in a sports car, they were smiling respectfully.“How much do you earn, mister?” Russell asked the young brown-skinned man holding the gas pipe.“12 dollars per hour.”“Do you like working here?” Russell asked.“Not really. I don’t like the smell of the petrol, but I’ve gotta pay the rent, so there’s no other way for me.”“Alright. Fill the tank,” Russell faintly smiled at him because he saw himself in him.“Yes,
The Secret Successor CHAPTER 233
“I asked you a simple question, Mr. Denver,” Russell’s voice sounded like he was softly commanding. “If you really have capabilities and experience working in the petrochemical industry, then I’m sure you should be able to answer this simple question.”Denver controlled his frustration, but his face was still swelling from blood rushing to his head. He really needed this job, and he didn’t expect Russell to ever come to this building or realize that he would be working in this company, so he attended the interview. However, his luck had really run out recently.“Uh, you mix some hot water and baking soda,” Denver replied, “sir.” He reluctantly said the last word.“Mm… even my friend Jessica who doesn’t own a car can tell that baking soda and hot water together act as a good cleaning agent, but would that be enough to completely kill off the smell? I’m expecting a better and a more specific answer from you,” Russell bluntly stated. “You’re a professional at your work, aren’t you?”“Giv