Chapter 494 The Girl Who Only Knows How to Cry

Deep within, Charlie felt annoyed, but he recognized that the employee had bumped into him by accident. He could not just fire her.

However, looking at her current state, she did not seem she could afford it.

As the girl continued to cry, Charlie’s frustration grew. “I didn’t mean to do it,” she sobbed.

“Mr. Brown, please tell me how much it costs. I’ll pay for it. I’ll buy a new one for you,”

Tears streamed down her face as if Charlie did something to her.

Speechless, Charlie replied, “You can’t afford it,”

Desperately, the girl clutched his sleeve, her voice choked with emotion. “It’s my fault, and I’ll take responsibility for it, no matter what,”

Charlie’s frown deepened, and he rolled up his sleeves.

“This watch belongs to Mr. Anthony. It’s worth 100 million dollars. How could you afford to pay for it?”

The girl was momentarily taken aback, her tears streaming even more intensely. “How could this happen… What am I going to do now?”

Charlie felt a mix of frustration and sympathy as he thought she was only good at crying.

Eventually, he thought he was unlucky, he stood up and dusted off his hands, intending to speak with Mr. Anthony first and then arrange for the watch to be repaired. While the scratches could be fixed, it was unlikely to be restored to its original condition.

Unexpectedly, the girl took his hand. “Mr. Brown, please take me to see Mr. Anthony. I want to apologize to him personally,”

She wiped away her tears and pleaded, “I don’t care how Mr. Anthony would want me to pay for it, but I’ll do whatever I can. Boohoo…”

Charlie maintained silence, lost in thought.

I’m afraid Mr. Anthony wouldn’t want you to pay him either.

Why are there so many strange people…

Charlie entered the elevator without uttering a single word.

Meanwhile, the girl remained on the floor, gradually getting back on her feet. She tearfully gathered her scattered papers.

Why was she this unlucky?

She had not even had a chance to eat, yet she was constantly burdened with printing and catering to others.

And then she bumped into Mr. Brown.

With a heavy heart, the girl retrieved her documents, only to be instructed once again to serve tea and water.

There was an evil spirit coiled around the girl’s head—it was the crying spirit.

The crying spirit also shed tears, exclaiming, “What should I do? It’s difficult enough to find a host, but it had to be Crawford Holdings?”

She yearned to flee, but she was trapped. Yesterday, she was compelled to remain on the desolate hill for hours, on the brink of losing her sanity.

If she were to abandon her current host without finding a new one, she would dissipate.

The crying spirit could only pray fervently from the depths of her heart.

Please release me from this host swiftly!

However, Crawford Holdings had a corporate culture known for its tolerance and employee welfare.

The weeping spirit realized that this wish might not come true anytime soon.

“It should be fine… She won’t enter Anthony’s office, and even if she does, Anthony wouldn’t be able to see me…”

“This intern has no connections with the higher-ups… Even if she isn’t fired, she should be safe,”

Currently, she was in Crawford Holdings, not in the Crawford Mansion.

Lilly and the man in the white robe would unlikely visit Crawford Holdings for no reason.

And even if they did come, there was no guarantee they would encounter her.

With this thought in mind, the crying spirit felt a sense of relief.

As she contemplated, a few familiar figures entered through the door.

At the forefront was a graceful and refined elderly lady, accompanied by two children.

Following closely behind the young boy was a woman with a pale complexion, and behind her was a man in a white robe.

The little girl skipped ahead, clad in a pink puffy jacket and a tiny red hat.

Her rosy cheeks and bright eyes were adorable, captivating everyone’s attention like blooming flowers.

The crying spirit’s expression froze instantly!

Could it be?

Was she seeing things?

Right after she finished speaking, they appeared…

Was this some kind of game?