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Chapter 49
Back at the bustling Warner Corporation, Jane and Mya gracefully deposited the freshly–inked cooperation document onto Drake’s sleek and polished table. The weighty significance of their achievement loomed in the air, though Drake’s countenance remained steadfast, betraying little emotion.
Meanwhile, Daniel wore an elated grin as he spoke up, addressing his esteemed superior. “I must express my gratitude to Mr. Warner for today’s collaboration. And, may I add, Miss Bentley’s linguistic prowess took me by surprise. Who would have thought that Miss Bentley possessed such a remarkable fluency in the art of French conversation? Not only did she engage in a delightful tete–a–tete with Mr. Stephen, but, upon bidding farewell, Mr. Stephen expressed his eager anticipation for future collaborations with her.”
Upon hearing Daniel’s words, Drake’s inquisitive gaze fixated upon Jane, carefully analyzing and probing her. Curiosity danced in his eyes. How had she attained such newfound prowess? She had never exhibited such formidable capabilities before. Perhaps, just perhaps, her underwhelming past performances had been a mere facade, a guise to conceal her true potential.
Jane, sensing Drake’s penetrating gaze, involuntarily turned her head, her unease evident. Yet, inwardly, she lamented her decision. She had initially resolved to let Drake’s business. empire crumble, yet she had inadvertently orchestrated a monumental triumph for him–a devastating blow to her own intentions!
As the realization dawned upon him that Jane’s melancholy stemmed from their successful collaboration, rather than exultation, his heart sank deeper. The depths of his empathy for her grew, intertwined with a tinge of remorse.
“Great work, we nailed it!”
Drake’s voice was a soft whisper, but it carried the weight of the highest accolade one could hope for. It was an absolute honor to receive such praise from him.
Mya, her delicate makeup highlighting her features, discreetly absorbed Drake’s compliment to Jane. Standing beside Drake, she had to conceal her feelings, lest they
become too obvious.
Once they left Drake’s office, Jane wore a crestfallen expression as she returned to her duties. Sensing her despondency, Mya hurried after her, determined to bridge the gap.
“Miss Bentley, let’s get acquainted. I’m Mya. We’ll be working closely together going forward, so I’d appreciate any guidance you can offer.”
Jane glanced at Mya, her demeanor veiled with indifference as if she couldn’t be bothered by someone she deemed insignificant.
“Jane Bentley,” she muttered almost in horror, as if reluctantly acknowledging her own name, before retreating to her post. Jane had no time or energy to spare on people she considered unimportant.
Observing Jane’s retreating figure, Mya’s expression grew even colder, betraying a flicker of annoyance beneath her composed facade.
In the lazy afternoon sun, Jane continued to slack off in her work while working on Joe’s
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workload. Despite being coerced into joining Warner Corporation, she refused to let go of her cherished career.
Just as she was deeply engrossed in studying Joe’s captivating design concept for the upcoming season, a disingenuous smile graced Mya’s face as she approached.
“Jane, could I bother you for a moment? Boss Warner always indulges in his afternoon tea, but I’m swamped with work. Could you please assist me by brewing some tea? I’ll make sure it gets to Boss Warner promptly.”
With those words, Mya extended a tea bag to Jane. She peered at it, her brows knitting together in concern.
Jane, who had been working alongside Drake for several years, had come to learn the hard way that he had a severe allergy to tea. Though Mya might not have been a part of Warner’s team five years ago, she had been working closely with Drake, undoubtedly aware of his tea allergy.
And now, fully aware of this fact, Mya had audaciously asked Jane to prepare tea for Drake.
Jane pondered for a fleeting moment, her smile mirroring Mya’s false cheerfulness.
“Alright, I’ll go prepare it for you.”
As Mya disappeared with the hot tea in hand, the warmth of Jane’s smile instantly vanished, leaving behind a hint of unease. She settled into her seat, awaiting what was to
come.
After a considerable amount of time had passed, Mya emerged from the office once again, beckoning Jane to follow her inside. Jane complied with an air of indifference, causing Mya to clench her teeth and whisper under her breath.
“Hmph! Let’s see how conceited you can be.”
As they entered the office, Jane’s gaze fell upon Drake, who sat poised on a chair, his eyes fixed upon the steaming cup of tea resting on the table, his gaze profound and intense.
“Mya,” Drake addressed her without looking up, “is Miss Bentley here?”
Mya took the initiative to respond, “Yes, President Warner, Miss Bentley is present.”
Drake’s eyes slowly lifted, their focus zeroing in on Jane, his lips slightly parting.
“Did you prepare the tea?” he inquired.
Jane admitted candidly, “Yes, I did.” Mya, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but deepen the smile playing upon her lips.
Unbeknownst to Mya, she remained ignorant of Jane’s true identity. Jane had joined Warner Corporation three years ago, but Mya had been absent during Jane’s arrival yesterday and was thus unaware of the rumors circulating about her. Consequently, she remained oblivious to the complex relationship that existed between Jane and Drake.
Mya’s displeasure had arisen solely from Jane inadvertently overshadowing her earlier in the day. This had left Mya thoroughly dissatisfied, fueling her current resentment.
“President Warner, Miss Bentley is new here, so she may not be aware of your allergy to tea. I did instruct her to prepare coffee for you, but she still made tea. I believe it was an
innocent oversight. For her sake, I implore you not to terminate her employment,” Mya spoke with the intention of being helpful. However, Jane was no fool; she could discern the hidden meaning behind Mya’s words.
A pang of sorrow washed over Jane’s heart, causing her to conclude that it would be better to be dismissed promptly. She wanted no further association with this despicable individual.
Upon hearing Mya’s plea, Drake slowly rose from his seat, seizing the cup of steaming tea. He approached the two women, diverting his gaze from Jane and fixing it upon Mya as he uttered words laced with ice.
“You need not return tomorrow.”
Mya, overjoyed by this statement, assumed that Drake was referring to Jane.
“Boss… you… you’re referring to me?”
“Such elementary mistakes should not be committed. Remaining in the company serves no purpose,” Drake’s words were devoid of warmth.
“Mr. Warner, have you misunderstood? I did not prepare the tea. It has nothing to do with
me…”
“You were the one who brought in the tea,” Drake interjected, leaving Mya stunned. Her desperate attempts to establish a connection with Drake had backfired entirely.
“Mr. Warner, I admit my mistake. I was unaware that Miss Bentley had made the tea. Please forgive me. I promise it won’t happen again,” Mya pleaded through her tears.
Impatience welled within Drake upon hearing the woman’s sobbing. “Leave,” he curtly commanded.
Mya’s cries abruptly ceased as she covered her mouth, fleeing from the office in tears. “As my legal wife, are you not even aware of my allergy to tea?” Drake’s voice resonated with accusation.
Jane responded coldly, “Forget it.”
“Forget? Did you genuinely forget, or was it a deliberate act?” Drake’s words caused Jane’s heart to tremble.
“If I have forgotten, then I have forgotten. If you don’t believe me, don’t bother asking,” Jane pretended to be exasperated, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of isolation with Drake.
“Fine, I will ensure that this memory remains etched in your mind for a lifetime.”
As his words hung in the air, Drake swiftly lifted the cup of tea, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.
Jane, witnessing this action, was taken aback. “Drake, please don’t startle me…”
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