"My name is Abigale, and I’m from..."
Just as Abigale is about to launch into a long self-introduction, Jun Mochan interrupts her: "How did you get in here? Who let you in?"
His sharp gaze, eyes bristling with a lethal aura, though Jun Mochan still showed a smile, his demeanor was unfathomably dangerous.
"mytecherisdaisy, She was out of the accidents so... the company sent me here," Abigale clumsily explained.
In her haste, she jumbled English and Chinese together.
"You frightened the poor girl," Ye Ranran chided a little unhappily.
"I cannot allow people with ulterior motives to sneak in. Besides, I want a renowned designer, not some nobody," Jun Mochan said, his expression icy.
"Is my project something just about anyone can handle? Ah Chuan, call her boss right now. Tell them I’m cancelling the project."
"no.no.no, don’t do this. I promise, I won’t be any worse than the rest. Give me a chance," Abigale pleaded, hands clasped.
Jun Mochan was unmoved. Seeing his unmoving and stern expression, Abigale turned to beg Ye Ranran: "Madam, you haven’t made up your mind either, right? If so, why not consider my proposal? If you don’t find it agreeable, then I won’t bother you again. But if I can make it, then this opportunity, give me, OK?"
"Okay." Ye Ranran nodded.
Jun Mochan wore a faint smile on his face, but said nothing.
"Being a newcomer doesn’t necessarily mean incompetence. She looks like she just returned from studying abroad. Of course, I’m not saying that foreign talents are superior. But everyone starts from the bottom, just like I did. Even now, I’m not famous, but you’re not going to say that I’m not putting in the effort."
"People who work hard deserve respect. At the very least, we should give her a chance," Ye Ranran said gently.
Jun Mochan sighed, "All right, I’ll give you a chance. But I must approve your design. If your skills aren’t up to par, leave immediately."
Despite his harsh words, some of which could be perceived as embarrassing, Abigale didn’t mind at all.
"Thank you, thank you," she said again and again.
Those standing at the side disregarded her completely. They held the impression that she had climbed up by stepping on them, and couldn’t even be bothered to argue with her.
Can a newcomer solve the design puzzle in three days?
"What about you?" Jun Mochan turned towards the other three who had remained silent.
"Naturally, we have to satisfy the customer’s needs," one of them said.
"We feel the same way," responded the other two.
Jun Mochan nodded approvingly, gesturing to Ah Chuan to show them around.
To get a basic understanding of the setup.
After the tour within the house, Ah Chuan also took them to the garden for a stroll.
By the time they were finished, it was already ten o’clock at night.
"Why don’t we spend the night here?" suggested Ye Ranran.
Jun Mochan furrowed his brow, "But we haven’t had time to prepare the staff yet."
Ye Ranran laughed, "I had no idea that Mr. Jun was so used to being pampered."
Couldn’t he survive without servants? He didn’t look like the type.
"I’m just concerned I might not be able to take care of you," explained Jun Mochan, before telling Ah Chuan, "Let the driver bring Mom Wu and two maids over tomorrow morning."
No one had cleaned the house since Mr. and Mrs. Ye moved out with all their