Chapter 322

“A lowly vice president trying to recruit, isn’t that embarrassing?”

At that moment, a refined gentleman with gold–rimmed glasses stepped forward, politely saying,

“Hello, Ms. Bella, let me introduce myself. I’m the secretary of Lloyd, the honorary president of the

Asian Clothing Organization. I’d like to invite you to join our big, tight–knit organization.”

“Hello, Ms. Bennett, I’m the editor–in–chief of International Fashion Magazine.”

As Arabella listened to them introduce themselves, before she could even refuse, Dean appeared.

“Ms. Bennett, I heard you were here; I have something urgent. Who are these people?” Dean looked at

the group in confusion.

The people present were also taken aback, simultaneously asking, “Ms. Bennett?”

Wasn’t she Designer Molly’s assistant?

Why did it sound like she’s someone important?

“Ms. Bennett, are you doing business?” Dean thought he might have interrupted them. Looking at

Arabella, he whispered, “Should we invite them upstairs? Are they from the same company or different

ones?”

Judging by their attire, they don’t seem to be from the same company.

There have been a lot of people seeking collaborations with them recently.

“Isn’t she Designer Molly’s assistant?” One of them couldn’t help but ask Dean.

Dean was taken aback. “No, Ms. Bennett was just accompanying Designer Molly to the competition,

giving her courage and confidence. Ms. Bennett is actually one of our company’s leaders.”

Then it dawned on everyone: So that’s why she didn’t accept the job offers..

Someone as talented as her at Collins Corporation must be paying her a hefty salary to keep her here.

“Ms. Bella, if you’re willing to join our company, we can offer you three times your current salary.”

“We can offer five times!”

“What we offer is fame and status! I believe you’re passionate about this industry and want to make a

name in the design field; that’s why you’re staying in this company, right?”

“Why work in such a small company when you can show everyone your design talent?”

“You’ve heard of Tracy’s fame, haven’t you?”

She hadn’t.

“I’m just working a summer job.” Arabella said nonchalantly, “I don’t plan on becoming famous.”

What she really loved was probably medical research.

“Here’s my business card; if you change your mind, call me anytime, no matter how late or whether it’s

a weekend; I’ll answer!”

“Me too! Here’s my contact information.”

“And mine.”

Everyone eagerly handed over business cards.

Out of politeness, Arabella took them. After they left, she asked Dean, “Did you need something?”

“Ms. Bennett, it’s like this.” Dean hadn’t finished speaking when he heard someone calling Ms.

Bennett’s name.

He looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a Maybach parked at the company’s entrance. The

middle–aged man who got out of the car radiated confidence; he was clearly a man of wealth.

“Bella, I need to speak with you.”