Chapter 141

After lunch, Arabella headed back to the office.

Just as she reached the 20th floor and the elevator doors opened, she heard Dean’s voice echoing

from afar.

At that moment, Dean was blocking a group of seven or eight male employees outside the office, not

letting them in.

One of the men, dressed in a white shirt, was pleading. “Dean, I really fancy Ms. Bennett…”

“Where do you get the nerve? Do you have a house and car in Summerfield?”

The man in the white shirt shook his head.

“How much do you have in savings?”

“Three hundred dollars…”

“You dare to fancy Ms. Bennett with only three hundred dollars?” Dean was getting angry.

“Dean, I genuinely fancy Ms. Bennett. I’ll work hard to make money…”

Another male employee hurriedly stepped forward, smiling as he spoke, “Dean, I have an apartment in

the city center, a car worth 100,000 US dollars, and my monthly salary has already increased to 8,000.

Could you please help me place this love letter on Ms. Bennett’s desk…?”

Looking at the somewhat balding man in front of him, Dean suppressed the urge to curse and

communicated with him patiently.

“Look, you’re 32 years old… Can you stop causing trouble! Ms. Bennett is only 18, can you back off a

bit?”

Another slightly effeminate man handed over a lunch box, “Dean, this is lunch I made for Ms. Bennett

when I went home at noon. Could you help me to deliver it to Ms. Bennett’s office? If she eats it, she

will definitely feel blessed!”

“So, you fancy Ms. Bennett too?”

The man nodded firmly, “Yes!”

“You’re not Ms. Bennett’s type. She doesn’t like househusband types.”

Dean scrutinized his appearance. His effeminate look would seem very odd next to Ms. Bennett.

“I can change for Ms. Bennett! If she likes muscular guys, I’ll work out! If she likes career–oriented

men, I’ll work harder! No matter what Ms. Bennett likes, I’ll strive to.. become her type!”

Dean patted him sympathetically on the shoulder, “Mate, take my advice, you’re miles away from being

Ms. Bennett’s type. Go home and rest.”

“Dean, what do you think of me? A young, handsome boy with a somewhat immature look stepped

forward.

He seemed sunny, carefree. Dean, remembered he graduated from a prestigious university abroad.

Young, highly educated, and from a well–off family, he even owned a villa.

But…

“Ms. Bennett isn’t interested in boys like you.”

“Why?” The boy looked puzzled.

“Dean, can you give us another chance? Help us deliver the gifts to Ms. Bennett…”

Dean glanced at his watch, “Ms. Bennett is very punctual, she should be arriving at the office soon. You

best scram, or she’ll dig up your past laziness!”

Upon hearing this, everyone hastily left, not wanting Ms. Bennett to uncover their past slacking off.

They took the staff elevator, separate from the VIP elevator Arabella used, so they didn’t run into each

other.

Arabella, in high heels, strolled leisurely towards her office. As she walked past Dean, she raised an

eyebrow, “Seems like you’ve been quite busy?”