Chapter 38

Steven began to suspect something was wrong with his ears. What did Shanker just say? After hearing what I said, he initially wanted to get angry at my immunity. Instead, she looked as if she had just had an epiphany and said I had misunderstood her.

She gave a sweet smile, looked at me, and replied, “If you’re willing to get to know me, you’ll see that I’m not like Racquelle.”

I welled up, finding words abundant. “Get to know you? Am I obligated to do that?” I interjected. We were mere strangers who happened to cross paths. She had just thrown a glass of ale at my face in front of everyone, and now she wanted to get to know me? How laughable!

I didn’t know where she had gotten the nerve to think this way. Oh, Light. It was from Raquelle. She seemingly handed me to Shanice, as Shanice must naturally have thought that she had the right to control me. But even with all that had transpired, Shanice still had no intention of letting me go.

She chuckled softly and spoke in a gentle tone. “But I understand you.”

Shanice’s words stunned me, and I couldn’t help but hesitantly ask, “What is it that you understand about me?”

She stared at me intensely and said softly, “I know that the success of Smith Group today is all thanks to you. That woman, Racquelle, is nothing but a brainless fool. It’s not that I look down on her, but I doubt she even understands a contract.”

A bit surprised, I couldn’t understand her purpose in telling me all this. Shanice laughed softly and said casually, “Someone like you wouldn’t have trouble finding a job anywhere else. With the way Racquelle mistreats you, why do you stay by her side, letting her…?”

Could it be true, as she says, that it’s more than just for professional reasons, but with ulterior motives? She looked suspiciously, her gaze intense. It was as if she was trying to see through me.

I met her gaze calmly and gave her a faint smile. “Do you really think that’s possible?” Shanice said nothing, but her eyes continued to scan up and down. She was indeed beautiful, strikingly so. The difference was, she seemed more aggressive than Racquelle.

Each time she asked me a question, her eyes bored into me as if observing my reactions, analyzing whether my words were sincere or not. Her gaze made me slightly uncomfortable. However, what shocked me the most was that no matter what offensive things I said, Shanice just kept smiling, never once getting angry at my rudeness.

People were known to have difficulty controlling their emotions, especially people of status and position, who become most indignant when they feel disrespected. Shanice was different. She was skilled at masking herself and could easily see right through me. A person like this was certainly no ordinary person.

“What exactly do you want?” I asked, my tone flat as I asked her purpose. Yet, she seemed utterly unconcerned with my attitude. Instead, she smiled and asked, “Will you be willing to come work at my company?”

“What?” I looked at her in shock and asked, bewildered, “Are you trying to poach me?”

The matter? Would you rather stay with the Smith family, enduring humiliation by Racquelle, than to leave her? Shanice asked curiously, “The Smith family can’t compare to our Klint family. Tell me, how much do you want? With the Klint family’s wealth and power, do you really think we can’t afford to pay you more than the Smith family!”