Chapter 1775

Her friend was busy. Joslyn was scrolling through Blair’s text messages and taking screenshots. As

Blair’s friend, she decided to do something for her.

Joslyn sent the screenshots to Wesley and wrote, “Colonel Wesley, ever since Blair started at the

Jameson Group, she was assigned a supervisor who makes her life hell. That supervisor is the CEO’s

mistress. And that’s not the only problem-the CEO seems to be a bad guy too. Blair is only staying

there so she won’t get her aunt and uncle in trouble.

You’ve saved her in the past. Maybe you could do something now.”

When Wesley finally had a little free time, he checked his phone. He’d been working steadily, and it

was already after noon. He wanted to see if Blair sent him anything. Instead, he found messages from

Joslyn.

At 4 p.m., Blair had finished her electronic letter of resignation and started going through some papers

that Filberta had dumped on her desk.

The office was blanketed in silence. Blair stretched a bit and began to translate a contract.

She raised her head for a moment, because there was a terrible commotion outside her office.

The sight that met her eyes was something else. Her eyes widened in surprise.

She saw Wesley! Talbot, Bowman and Lenard were following behind him.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

In a green military uniform, Wesley strode purposefully towards her with a serious face. The closer he

got to her, the more nervous she became.

“Wesley? Why is he here?’ Blair asked herself.

The employees started melting like butter at the sight of the four men.

“I love a man in uniform.”

“What are they doing here? Looking for someone?”

“I have no idea… I can’t breathe! The man in the front is so handsome! He’s just my type!”

“They are heading for Group 1’s office. Are they here for Blair? Yeah, the lead guy’s talking to her!”

Blair was dumbfounded, not knowing why they were here. When they stood before her, she asked,

“What’s going on?”

“Pack your stuff,” Wesley said with a deadpan face.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Wesley looked at her desk and said, “Pack up your desk.”

Blair was more puzzled.

“Why?”

“I’m here to pick you up.”

“Why ?””

“This isn’t a good job for you. Quit.” Wesley looked at her.