He noticed she was about to leave and quickly said, âWhat about your job? Do you want me to sort it out for you? The main office of Waston Groupâs moved to Duefron.
Jessie⦠Itâs just a job.
Donât stress over it.
â
Under the moonlight, Jessie pondered for a moment.
She gave a slight smile and responded, âMr.
Waston, a lot of people can offer me a good job.
With them, a smile or a meal and a chat might be enough, but accepting something from you feels different.
I might end up owing more than Iâd like.
Plus, Iâm not as young as I used to be.
And whatever else I could offer now, other women have too.
â
After she spoke, Jessie smiled softly and said, âThatâs all there is to it.
â
She then headed to the elevator.
Behind her, Albertâs voice, cool yet smooth, reached her.
âJessie, you underestimated me.
â
Jessie didnât look back.
Sheâd had her fill of Albertâs antics and refused to embarrass herself again.
When she reached the 22nd floor, she walked into her apartment.
It was a modest two-bedroom space, spanning just over 100 square meters.
Small, yet it comfortably housed two.
Her mother, once a Lady of high society, now thrived in her stability, mastering the art of homemaking by learning to cook and clean.
Jessie once tried to convince her mother, Lettie.
âWe should consider getting a cleaning service.
Such money isnât an issue for us.
â
But Lettie was adamant.
âI need to keep busy.
Plus, youâve always been about saving money.
Truth be told,
we could choose not to Live here.
With the tens of millions in your account, you could afford a nicer place.
It would look better for you, especially when you start dating.
â
Jessie, however, didnât see it that way.
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She had already decided to divide the remaining funds.
Twenty million was set aside for her motherâs retirement.
It was a non-negotiable reserve.
The rest, she planned to invest in her dream of opening a studio.
Gifted with languages and musical talents, she aimed to teach children.
As the evening unfolded, it brought with it a chill that seeped into the bones.
Moonlight streamed into the living room, giving it a chilly glow.
Jessie flicked on the light and saw Lettie still hadnât gone to her room, curled up on the couch, half-asleep.
Jessie couldnât resist asking, âMom, why not head to your room for some sleep?â
Startled awake, Lettie blinked back to awareness.
âI was waiting up for you,â she confessed.
Lettie, with her sharp sense of smell, noticed a hint of alcohol on Jessie and questioned, âHave you been drinking? How did you get home?â
Jessie hesitated before lying, âMelissa had Marcus drop me off.
â
âThat was very nice of her.
â Lettie sighed in relief.