Don't tell him

"What do I want to do?" Hazel raised an eyebrow, her smile growing wider. "What do you think I can do?" She glanced at the embarrassed Mary, then turned to Gloria. "I just want to tell you that not everyone is like you." She approached Gloria, causing her to involuntarily step back in fear.

Hazel smirked. "Why are you retreating? Weren't you just talking so confidently? Now speak up! Did you see me use any special methods? Did anyone else see it? Let me tell you, don't blame others for your own short comings. I'm afraid you're not tall enough to put the blame on others, and you'll end up blaming yourself. That... wouldn't look good."

"You.." Gloria was furious, but couldn't find the right words to refute her. After a few seconds, she managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Hazel, you did something shameful, and you don't want to talk about it?"

Hazel laughed at her words, a mocking smile that also held pity for Gloria. "Gloria, I've told you, we're in the same department, so it's best if we get along. Don't make things up out of thin air, or else..."

She didn't finish her sentence, just gave Gloria a warning look before turning and leaving the restroom.

Gloria watched her back, grinding her teeth so hard that her nail dug into her palms. Her face was ugly, and the light in her eyes made even Mary, who wanted to tell her to leave, shudder.

At noon, she went to the employee cafeteria with Martha to have lunch. She wasn't feeling well, so she hardly ate anything and felt a bit dizzy. after lunch, she went out to buy some cold medicine from a nearby pharmacy.

As she was walking back to the company with two boxes of medicine, she saw Richard.

"Beauty! Richard waved at her from his car. "Come over here!"

Hazel didn't know if anyone in the company knew Richard, so she looked around before getting into the car.

"Why are you here? To see your uncle?" She asked.

Richard snorted. "Who wants to see him? He forced me to come home the other day, and I haven't even settled the score with him yet. I get annoyed just hearing his name. I don't want to see him."

Hazel chuckled at his words. If only Jack knew about this.... "So, why are you here? Didn't you have class today?"

"I'm not feeling well today because I caught a cold" he said, and a bubble of snot immediately appeared in his nose. He was startled and quickly covered his nose with his hand, shouting at Hazel not to look.

Hazel was speechless. Even such a young child cared about his image. But still handed him a tissue and said, "Here, wipe it off."

Richard clumsily packed up his things and noticed the medicine in Hazel's hand. "Beauty, are you also sick?"

"Yes."

Richard suddenly became happy and grabbed Hazel's hand, shaking it. "We really have a telepathic connection! I wanted to see you today, and as soon as I got here, I saw you. We even caught a cold together."

Hazel was a bit speechless. Was catching a cold together really something to be happy about?

"Why did you come to see me today? I'm still at work."

"Just wanted to see you," Richard coughed. "That day, my uncle took me away and I couldn't sleep with you. I was so sorry. But you didn't call to comfort my injured heart for the past two days. But who am I to complain? I'm a man. My great-grandfather told me that you're going to a charity event with my uncle today?"

"Yes.."

"Hey! You should go. My uncle is so despicable. I came here today just to tell you that when there's an auction, bid as much as you want. Don't be soft- hearted. Anyway, he has a lot of money. If you really bid a lot, you can even give me some, right?"

Hazel rolled her eyes. He was thinking too much. Going to the charity event with Jack was grandfather's idea. If it wasn't for his grandfather, Jack wouldn't have gone with her. They were just going through motions. Would he really buy things for her?

"Hey, why are you wearing this kind of clothes?" Richard looked at Hazel in confusion. "Isn't this is the cleaning uniform?" He had come to Global with his great-grandfather, so he remembered. But why was beauty wearing this uniform?

He looked at Hazel, who was just silent for a long time. He frowned. "My uncle wants you to go to the cleaning department?"

"Hmph! He's so bad!" Richard was angry. "No, I have to call my great-grandfather and let him teach my uncle a lesson! How can you go to clean? It's so hard!"

Although moved, Hazel was still rational. She stopped Richard hen she saw him taking out his phone. "Don't make the call!" she said.

Richard was puzzled, "Why not?"

"Because..." Hazel thought for a moment. "I like this job."

This job was arranged by Jack, who wanted to humiliate her and make her leave. If she left too soon, the Aiden family would look down on her even more. Moreover, if his grandfather found out, even if he scolded Jack, she would be the one who suffered in the end.

Richard stared at her and reached out to touch her forehead. "Are you running a fever?"

"No. Anyway, don't tell your grandfather. Otherwise, don't come to me again."

Seeing Hazel serious expression, Richard thought for a moment and nodded.

Today, she had another unpleasant encounter with Jack in his office. She thought he was going to give her another task to vent his anger, but she waited until almost the end of the day and received no news.

She breathed a sign of relief and felt much better. She had to attend a charity event today and didn't want to be late.

After work, she hurried home. She didn't have time to go to the studio for styling, so she applied light make up and put on the dress that Jack had gave her. The dress was a simple and conservative off-white slim-fitting long dress. Although the style was simple, it made her figure look more slender and elegant.

Jack had a bad temper, but his taste was good. Hazel looked at herself in the mirror and thought so.

She causally tied her long hair into a bun, leaving small strands on each side of her ear to avoid looking dull and add some elegance. Finally she put on the silver heels that Jack had bought her and went out to hail a taxi.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw Jack's car. He was sitting in the driver's seat, holding a half-burnt cigarette in his left hand, with a slightly impatient look on his face. When he saw her coming out, he seemed to be slightly stunned, then frowned.

Hazel's heart skipped a beat. Was he here to pick her up?.