“Make a good impression on them. It will surely be helpful for your job in the future!” She continued.Scarlett held her head high and flipped her hair. “Oh, don’t worry about me. I'm very good at that!”They soon arrived at the 68th floor, the center of power. High heels stepped on the soft carpet, and people coming and going looked both serious and proud. Scarlett was quite comfortable with life at the very bottom of society and suddenly felt a sense of inferiority here. After all, she was like a fish: she was flexible and could rapidly adapt to all kinds of water conditions.A tall woman in a gray suit stood in front of them, flipped through the folders, and said,“Send these to the reference center, please.”

The weather was getting colder. Going to work had become an excruciating thing because of the freezing cold. People who lived in the city center were safe, but those who lived in distant suburban areas had to commute. Not only did they have to get up much earlier, but they also spent a whole lot of time stuck in terrible traffic jams. Scarlett was one of those pitiable suburban dwellers. Every morning when her roommates were still fast asleep, Scarlett had to get up, get ready, and then hit the road to get to work.Compared to the hardships she had faced during her childhood, this bitterness was no big deal for Scarlett. At least she was now spending only her own money, and she had already paid off all her debts to her aunt. She wished she could repudiate any connection with the extended Morris family. She wanted to change her last name to Cloud.Right then, Sc

Scarlett stole Chuck’s car key when she was in the private room.She was, after all, a genius racer, and speed was her specialty. Because of her eagerness to save her brother, her speed was crazier than ever before. She ran a lot of red lights, and even the traffic police cars were left far behind. All she knew was that Skyler was suffering, and she could not just sit there and wait for Francis to do something about it.Scarlett pulled over in a dimly lit street and picked up old Jim and two of his subordinates. “The gun?” Scarlett asked. Jim patted his waist. “It’s right here, baby.” Scarlett held the steering wheel tightly and shot out again.Jim sat in the passenger seat and asked, “You sure you wanna do this?”

He didn’t respond. He simply leaned down where Scarlett was lying on the bed and lifted the quilt closer to her chin.“Just stay in bed and get some rest. I’ll deal with you when you’re healthy again. Just rest.”Scarlett had not yet recovered from the immense shock of all that had transpired. She was also extremely exhausted, so she had no energy to fight him. She slipped back into a deep sleep.As she slept, Francis’s eyes fell on the IV drip that was attached to Scarlett, slowly breathing life back into her. He stared at Scarlett. She had been through a lot in the past 24 hours. He held Scarlett’s hand in his own and gently caressed her fingers.He was lost in thought. How come he had decided to fire the gun? What had come ove

Scarlett took it out carefully and looked at it. It was a luxurious item, so she thought she would fit right in that outfit at Chuck’s birthday party where Irving’s who’s who would certainly be. It was also just the right color– a light pink–for Scarlett to look elegant and refined. “This is it!” Scarlett was pleased with her choice.Scarlett put on the high heels Skyler had bought for her and suddenly realized that she hadn’t yet called Skyler today. She immediately took out her phone and gave Skyler a call.Scarlett could practically hear Skyler’s great resentment of hospital life through the mobile phone, so Scarlett decided to hang the phone up just in time to prevent him from making another request to leave the hospital.Alan was already waiting at the gate