Chapter 917

A request for promotion lay among the stack of promotion documents. I opened it and read Stella’s

name written boldly on it. Stella wrote in a sincere, flowing manner, carefully detailing her experience at

the Fuller Corporation as well as the expectations that had been placed on her. I noticed that Stella had

occupied her position for barely more than a year. However, in all her time at Fuller Corporation, she

had not produced any particularly outstanding work. After careful consideration, I set Stella’s request

aside.

After a while, Ashton turned to me once he’d completed all his tasks on hand. He glanced at the pile of

promotion letters with interest, then picked up Stella’s cast aside one and gave it a casual once-over.

Ashton then commented, “There’s no need to take this so seriously. We’ve had no lack of remarkable

employees. It’s not even in the criteria for promotion anymore.’

I nodded, then looked at him curiously. “Have you been very busy lately?”

Ashton arched an eyebrow and declared, “Yes!”

I sighed, “These matters used to be managed by the respective heads of department. Everything’s on

you now, so it’ll be a miracle if you weren’t busy. You should be supervising the work and contributions

of a few directors at most, not the entire company.”

“There’s a name list that’s already been vetted. You can take a look,” Ashton advised. I flipped through

the stack accordingly and located the document. Scanning through the list, nearly all of its names had

been nominated by the respective directors and senior management.

Was my meticulous analysis of each individual completely unnecessary then? I felt slightly ridiculous

and laughed sheepishly. “If I told you that I didn’t see it, would you believe me?”

Ashton gave me a hand, then pulled me up. “Sure. Leave it. I’ll come back to sign these afterward.”

I had a sneaking suspicion that Ashton had been delaying me on purpose.

When we entered the elevator, Ashton pressed me against the wall. In a low, hoarse whisper, he

demanded, “Aren’t you going to reward me a little?”

I blinked at him, baffled. “What kind of reward do you want?” I queried.

Looking at my bewildered expression, Ashton frowned. His handsome face looked almost petulant at

the moment. He flung my hand aside and retreated to another corner of the elevator to sulk.

I was used to his pettiness, however, and leaned towards him flirtatiously. Tiptoeing, I planted a kiss on

his lips, then teased, “If we don’t manage to do it here, I’ll compensate you tonight, OK?”

Childish as he was, Ashton was easily won over. The man warmed to my proposal instantly and

grinned. “Now that’s an idea.”

I couldn’t resist smiling back at him. Just then, I recalled the matter with Sally and inquired curiously,

“Ashton, Mom said that she ran into Aunt Sally at the hospital. She sounds like she’s seeing someone

now. Have you been in touch with her recently?”

Ashton shook his head. “I’ve been busy lately and haven’t been to see her. She’s getting on in years,

and it must be lonely for her, living on her own. It would be good for her to have someone keep her

company.”

I nodded, approving. Sally had lived in the White residence for years. She’d spent her days fighting with

Sharon when she wasn’t caring for Benjamin, then had been greatly troubled by Marcus. All these

years, Sally had never had the chance to do anything for herself. If Sally had indeed managed to find

someone to enjoy the rest of her days with, that would be ideal.

When the elevator doors opened, Ashton hauled me out of it. Streams of employees getting off work

flowed ceaselessly through the lobby. Many lingered leisurely around the front counter, chatting idly.

I glanced at their faces inquisitively. In the middle of the crowd, a man in his twenties was clutching a

bouquet to his chest. With one knee on the ground, both his posture and face were brimming with

ardor.

Curious, I pulled Ashton over to take a closer look. The man was in the middle of a proposal, and

further examination revealed the object of his affections to be Stella. I was a firm believer in the magic

of youth, and it was no wonder that Stella had the man before her looking so absolutely smitten.

Bashful, Stella’s entire face was suffused with red. She looked rather awkward, perhaps due to the

large crowd that had gathered around them in eager anticipation of her reply. She gazed helplessly at

the man who was still kneeling hopefully before her, then said in a low voice, “Justin, can we discuss

this back at home? Let’s go back first.”

Sally reached out and tugged at him, but Justin seemed resolute on seeing his proposal through. He

gazed at her adoringly and declared, “Stella, I really do love you! Say yes, and I promise I’ll take care of

you for the rest of your life.”

The crowd was hollering and cheering. In just a split second, a chant picked up, “Say yes, say yes…”

The smile that had frozen on Stella’s face faltered. It was evident now that she hadn’t been shy. She

was merely embarrassed at having been placed in this difficult spot. While surveying her surroundings,

Stella’s eyes fell upon me. She gulped, then turned back to Justin, stating, “Justin, I don’t understand

why you would propose to me. You know that I don’t love you and naturally won’t agree. Why are you

fooling yourself? I’ve told you this more than once already. Please leave, and don’t ever use this sort of

romantic proposal to harass me ever again, OK?”

Nobody present had imagined that that heartfelt and moving proposal would end so tragically. A hush

fell over the crowd, and quite a number crept off tactfully.

Still kneeling, Justin’s face had turned crimson with shame.