To Be Yours Again novel (Jenny and Alex) novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595 Are You Going to Disagree?

"Miss Jolene," Philippa greeted cheerfully, walking into Jolene's office on the 17th floor. "Here are the documents you wanted."

"Mm. You can leave it there." Jolene nodded at the table. "How long have you been working here?"

"Two months, miss," Philippa reported, fearful she might get picked on because of it. She'd heard Jolene was tough to handle. Surprisingly, the woman only smiled.

Two months was a good time; not too new, not too experienced either. Philippa would be of good use to Jolene in the coming days.

"Not bad. Work hard, and I'll make sure you get your worth," she praised, then unclasped the bangle on her wrist, placing it on the desk. "Here, a gift. Take it."

Philippa gazed at her in shock. 'I cant possibly, miss-”

"I said take it," Jolene snapped. "You're my assistant, and my assistant should be able to own fine things."

Philippa bit back her refusal and hurriedly tucked the bracelet into her bag with gratitude.

Jolene hissed internally at the sight. That bangle had cost her thousands. But it was worth it if it meant she could buy people's support. She wasn't hurting for the money either.

"You know my sister, yes? She's working as a saleswoman downstairs."

Philippa nodded silently.

"We're both our father’s daughter, yet she's left to do cheap sales work while I get to be a manager. What do you think that means?’ Jolene asked, waiting for an answer.

Philippa froze, then answered, "It means you're Mr. Walter's favorite, miss."

Meanwhile, Jenny was chatting leisurely with her colleagues downstairs. Her gentle and compassionate personality soon invited everyone's attention, their fear growing into curiosity and respect.

When Adrian Caiman stepped into the office near the end of the day, he was shocked to find the place rowdy.

"Are they out of their minds?" he thought. "Can't they see that Jenny Walter is right in their midst?"

Yet one look and he spotted Jenny in the middle of the room, happily conversing with several other employees.

"You're just in time, Mr. Caiman. Jenny is treating us to dinner. Are you coming?" one of them asked.

Adrian gazed at him in shock.

Jenny? How could these people address their CEO's daughter so casually?