Courtney’s words made Brettley furrow his brows. He shifted his gaze from Bethan and turned to look at Courtney.
“You still haven’t explained yourself. I instructed Lucas to get me a new male secretary.”
How did the male secretary become a female in a day’s time? She even looked like Bethan Peterson, no less.
Courtney must have known very well everything that happened.
Courtney’s face turned a little pale. She lowered her head. “Mr. Morrison, I’ll do my very best as your secretary. I — “
“Who sent you here?”
Brettley moved his chair back a little as he distanced himself a little from Courtney.
His legs crossed elegantly. “My father? My grandmother? Someone else?”
Brettley had an astute observation.
Courtney could barely keep herself longer. “I…”
Knock, knock, knock!
She just muttered a syllable when a few knocks came from the office door. Noticing it was Bethan outside as she gazed through the glass panels, Courtney immediately took the opportunity.
“Mr. Morrison, I’ll go get it!”
Courtney immediately rushed to the door and opened it.
Bethan was about to knock once more when the door opened abruptly, her hand still mid-air.
“Bethan.”
Courtney smiled passionately. “Are you here to report on your job? Come in! President Morrison has been waiting for you for a long time! “
Bethan paused at how friendly Courtney behaved, not knowing what to say at that moment.
She subconsciously looked at Brettley in the office.
Brettley furrowed his brows somewhat displeasedly. “
Come in.”
He then cast a final cold glance at Courtney, his eyes filled with warning. “Go back and think about what I said.”
Courtney’s body stiffened. She immediately turned and left.
With the office door shut, the atmosphere in the room was even more suppressed.
Bethan thought that it was because of her. Thus, she smiled and strode over. She placed the design sketches that she held to her form a moment ago on the table.
“Mr. Morrison, these are the proposals that the Design Director got me to send here. Please take a look at it and let me know if there are any problems.”
Brettley stretched his hand out and took the documents, but he did not open them.
He placed his large hand on the pile of documents. He looked at Bethan sharply. “You actually came?”
“Of course.”
Bethan smiled flatly. “I work well under pressure.”
Brettley found it comical.
“I thought that you didn’t want to serve anybody anymore when you quit your job as my servant at Blue Bay Villa, yet here you are, at my company’s department of design, serving my employees?”
Bethan smiled without saying a word. “This is Mr. Morrison’s request, so it’s natural that I had to obey.”
“You’ll do whatever I say?”
“Of course.”
Bethan smiled. She looked up at Brettley, her eyes rather seductive. “When Mr. Morrison told me not to move, not once have I moved. Do you still remember, Mr. Morrison?” she spoke meaningfully.
Brettley’s eyes narrowed as he looked into her beguiling eyes.
He could not seem to resist her seduction. Courtney had a similar face to Bethan Peterson, more so than Bethan, yet he barely reacted to her.
Unable to avert himself from Bethan’s gaze, he lowered his head, irritated. He randomly flipped through the proposals as he glanced through.
“Have you gone through them?” he questioned as he skimmed through the proposals with furrowed brows.
Bethan knew she struck a chord when she noticed how haggard he behaved. Since he started talking about work, she did not slack off. “I’ve gone through them just now.”
Brettley furrowed his brows lightly. “Tell me your thoughts.”
“It’s nothing much.”
Bethan spoke her opinion as she stood in front of him.
Brettley frowned. “Do you know who the people who came up with these design proposals are?”
The Morrison Group’s department of jewelry design might not be as famous as the designers abroad, but every single designer was carefully selected. All of them were equally important.
It could be said that every employee of the Morrison Group was the cream of the crop, yet their designs– they, the best of the bunch–were nothing much in the eyes of Bethan, an ordinary person?
“I know, but, ” said Bethan smilingly, “education doesn’t equal skills and ability, does it? A person’s ability, strength, and potential can’t be evaluated by rigid standards.
“It should be evaluated on a case -to -case basis, to each specific situation. I’m sure you know about this too, Mr. Morrison?”
Bethan’s expression was earnest as she commented, smiling. Her confident gaze and expressions took Brettley aback.
Once…
There was once a woman who stood in front of him with a similar gaze and confidence, saying the same words.
Back then, after saying those words, that woman would smile and look at him. ‘Hubby, you’re the president of a group. You can’t just look at their educational background.’
“Mr. Morrison, as the president of the Morrison Group, you can’t just look at someone’s education background, ” said Bethan at last and looked up.
The moment she looked up, she met with Brettley’s deep, endless gaze.
She was in a daze that instant and realized her mistake. She had said something similar to Brettley before.
Thus, Bethan cleared her throat. She smiled. “Mr. Morrison, do you think what I said makes sense?”
Brettley came to his senses. He looked at her with a deep gaze. “It does.”
“Of course, I saw this on Bethan Peterson’s Twitter. She once posted something like that before.”
Brettley furrowed brows relaxed a little. He aloofly lifted his cup of coffee and took a sip.
He smiled mockingly. “I almost forgot how you used to imitate Bethan Peterson to get close to me.”
Then, Brettley put the cup down. His gaze turned cold. “It seems that you’ve done your research to become Malcolm Quinn’s corporate spy.”
“Too bad I still failed.”
Bethan looked at Brettley with a small smile. “I overestimated your love for your ex-wife. I used to hear others talk about how much you loved Bethan Peterson, but it was only after I got close to you did I realize…”
Bethan looked at him with a cold gaze. “You don’t love her as much as the rumors say.”
Brettley furrowed his brows. His tone was frigid. “Just because you have served me for a few days, you think you have the right to question me?”
“Of course.”
Bethan smiled gracefully. “I’ve once served Mr. Morrison. I’ll admit that I look nothing like Bethan Peterson, but you still did the unspeakable to me, didn’t you, Mr. Morrison?”
Her words instantly brought Brettley back to that wild night.
Brettley’s expressions darkened. He frowned hard.
That night…she looked so much like Bethan Peterson. Too much alike.
If it were not for her face, he would even think that they were the same person, but the truth was…
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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