"Oh? From what you’re saying... are you planning to rise up?"
"That’s right, the thin-skinned fear the thick-skinned, and the thick-skinned should fear the shameless, right?
From now on, Nolan Moore had better be careful around me."
Kay Forrest gave her a thumbs up: "That’s the spirit, my wife should have this kind of attitude.
If you had shown this spirit earlier, I wouldn’t have had to worry about you."
Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes at him: "Who’s your wife, I’m not yet."
"If you’re willing, you could be at any time.
You know, all we are missing now is the marriage certificate."
After saying that, he moved a bit closer: "How about we go get that certificate today?"
Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes speechlessly at him: "Bro, what are you thinking.
Today is not a good day."
She had just gotten very upset, and she needed to calm all that anger before anything else.
She ate meat in big bites, needing to eat her fill.
Once her stomach was full, her mind worked better.
Seeing her puffed up with anger, Kay Forrest couldn’t help but laugh.
"Don’t worry, this Nolan Moore is not that hard to deal with.
If he bullies you later, just fight back with all you’ve got.
What’s the worst that can happen? We just quit, right?
Don’t worry, your husband has loads of money, enough to support you."
Hearing him say this, Jane Quinlan still felt very happy inside.
Anyway, kay Forrest always stood by her side to support her, and this protection was very touching to her.
Of course, she wasn’t someone who would act recklessly out of anger.
She always believed that a woman must have her own job.
No matter how rich the man is, or how much he can earn, a woman should not be a beggar in marriage.
Asking a man for money once or twice, a man might feel depended on and have a sense of accomplishment.
But if this continues for the long term, the feeling might change.
A man who is depended on might feel like he’s just a money tree for the woman.
He might also get fascinated by other women out there who can earn and be self-sufficient.
Feeling that his own woman is just a burdensome creature who only knows how to reach out her hand.
Gradually, love might just be worn out completely.
Of course, she knows Kay Forrest isn’t that type of man, but her deeply ingrained belief since childhood tells her that a woman should still have her own job.
This job can be in a company, a freelancer, or even a good wife and mother.
But even if truly doing nothing but taking care of the house and educating children as a good wife and mother, she must manage the household in an orderly manner.
Only in this way can a woman’s value be reflected.
When she returned to the company after the meal, Nolan Moore had already come back.
She knew there were people in his office, but she deliberately did not report in.
At around two o’clock, the internal phone on her desk rang.
She picked up the phone, and although she could guess who it was, she pretended not to know.
"Hello, this is the Advertising Department."
"Come to my office." Nolan Moore’s voice came through.
She pursed her lips: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, she got up and walked into his office.
"It’s well past the start of work hours, why didn’t you come in?"
Jane Quinlan pursed her lips: "Director Moore didn’t instruct me, how dare I come in."
"If you don’t come in, how would I know you’re back?"
"Didn’t Director Moore just call me?"
Nolan Moore frowned, this woman... every time he said something, she had a retort, really...
"So, you didn’t come to work late this afternoon?"
"Of course." Jane Quinlan’s eyebrows raised high.
She naturally wouldn’t be late. Why would she be late and give him something to hold against her?
Ha, she’s not that foolish.
"What’s with that tone?"
"What kind of tone would Director Moore like to hear in reply?"
Nolan Moore locked eyes with her, the tension between them palpable.
Jane Quinlan’s expression was relaxed, as if deliberately trying to annoy him.
"Director Moore, we’ve been at work for quite some time already, isn’t there some work you should be urgently instructing? I, a mere assistant, really can’t afford to waste time.
What, does Director Moore, being raised and trusted by old man Forrest, think he can waste work time at will?"
Nolan Moore’s gaze turned cold: "Stop being unreasonable here."
"Oh, am I being unreasonable?
I’m really sorry, Director Moore, I forgot that you were raised by old man Forrest and could go complain to him about me anytime."
Nolan Moore clenched his teeth, was she fighting back?
Good, very good, finally showing some fight, the fox’s tail is out.
But seeing her arrogant look, it seems he had been too nice to her before.