All Chapters of The Flaming Lips: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

There were seven of us who came for the interview, and during the waiting period, I overheard the employees chatting. This was already the third round of interviews in just half a month, with more than fifty people having tried before, but none had been selected.I was the last one in this batch. By the time I entered, the others outside had already left, their spirits broken."Please, have a seat." The only unfamiliar face among them gestured for me to sit, smiling as he said, "You are the last one. I suppose you've heard that we are very strict in our selection process.""Yes," I nodded, my lips curling up slightly.It was more than just strict; I had seen someone leave in tears just moments ago.Despite this, people still came to try, indicating that besides the high threshold, the other conditions here were excellent, making it worth a shot even if they faced rejection."Many people get scared off by the experiences of others before they even start speaking," the man chuckled

Standing opposite Stan Wallace at the door, I didn't dare to look him in the eye. Just rushing into his office had already made my legs feel weak and on the verge of tears.It wasn't because I felt wronged or sad, but rather an overwhelming surge of emotion leading to a physical reaction."Wait for me, I left my phone in the office." A colleague's voice suddenly echoed down the corridor.My shoulders tensed. If someone saw me in Stan Wallace's office now, it might cause unnecessary gossip about him.Hiding behind Stan Wallace like a thief, I cautiously peeked out, tugging at the shirt bunched up at his elbow, "Close the door..."I cut off the last word as I glanced up at Stan Wallace, feeling a chill from his cold stare.Gently smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt, I took a step back, offering an awkward smile.My feelings hadn't changed; it was just that avoiding him required all my effort.No matter how distant and measured I tried to be, in times of sudden urgency, gettin

The cold had taken away the vibrant green, leaving the entire street in shades of withered yellow. It was like the passing of time, like a love that had vanished.I curled my fingers, the courage screaming inside me slightly retreating at the sight of Stan Wallace's indifferent gaze."Gloria Kit!" Someone called out my name from afar. I turned my head to see Harley Gunther running out from the residential area. He must have been the one who called earlier, probably worried, and came down to check on me.Suddenly, my chin was grabbed, and I looked back in confusion, meeting Stan Wallace's dark eyes as he bent down almost to my level. His gaze was murky and, aside from the indifference, it was icy cold."What gives you the right?" Stan Wallace said coldly, his nasal voice tinged with a light sneer."Gloria Kit." Stan Wallace's fingers tightened slightly, the cold tips pressing into my cheek. "Wasn't I clear enough?"He leaned even closer, stretching his smile in a self-mocking way.

Tang Xiaohui initially didn't understand what I was afraid of, but once Trista Fowler arrived, I didn't even need to explain.He held a transparent plastic bag in his hand, containing a dozen or so photos haphazardly stacked inside. As soon as he entered, he tossed the bag onto the chair next to me."Brother has written your resignation letter for you. If you really can't find a job, I'll help you arrange one," Trista Fowler said, with his hands in his suit pockets, not hiding the irritation on his face. "Stan Wallace is doing well now. I beg you, stop messing with him."As he spoke, Tang Xiaohui, looking utterly bewildered, had already taken out the photos and started examining them. Her eyes widened, darting between Trista Fowler and me, as if it took her great effort to regain her voice before asking me, "Suluo, you're married and have a child?"My nerves tightened instantly at Tang Xiaohui's words. I grabbed a few photos randomly and flipped through them, feeling like a bucket

Once, flirtatious words came easily to me, but now I can't even call him "brother" normally, let alone be so blatant.I shivered under Stan Wallace's sharp gaze as he snapped his notebook shut and made a move to get up.Mentally lamenting 'it's over,' I tightened my grip on the sleeve of his pajamas with the hand holding the medicine:"I'm delirious from the fever. I shouldn't have tried to seduce you. I should have explained first, then seduced you."Stan Wallace looked at me solemnly, seemingly unmoved by my explanation, but he didn't pull away or leave.His phone number hadn't changed; I wondered if he had seen my friend request and the accompanying message."Actually..." I cleared my throat, trying to be clever, "I explained last night on Whatsapp. Do you want to see it?"I peeked at Stan Wallace through my feverish eyes, whispering, "And... add me as a friend?"Before he could respond, I quickly added, "Now that I work for you, it would be easier to communicate if we excha