Chapter 53 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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In the car.

Romeo glanced at the girl next to him, recalling how she looked last night in his oversized shirt. That beautiful face, sexy collarbone, and those slender, gorgeous legs.

“You looked really hot in that shirt last night, Romeo said.

Mirabella arched an eyebrow, “Aren’t I always?”

“You always are.” Romeo moved closer to her cute ear, his voice both teasing and filled with desire, “but last night, you were especially captivating”

His eyes were filled with affection, and his lips curved up slightly, “You were very good last night.”

She looked pure and innocent in her sleep. Her serene and elegant face was like a goddess isolated from the mundane world.

Mirabella had no idea what happened after she fell asleep. Seeing the car approaching the company’s front door, she reminded, “Carl, pull over and let me out.”

“Sure thing, Ms. Bella!” Carl said.

Romeo stroked her face gently, “I’ll pick you up at noon.”

“Mm.” Mirabella said.

As soon as Mirabella entered the company, she heard a ridicule voice, “Well, if it isn’t Ms. Bennett! Did you come to work in a luxury car? That must’ve cost a pretty penny.”

The one who spoke was Oscar, the big boss of the company before Mirabella’s arrival. Although he didn’t see the license plate just now, the limo model and the Rolls–Royce logo on the hood were enough to prove its worth.

“You’re so young, Ms. Bennett, yet you can afford such a luxury car. I’m impressed.” Oscar said, even making a bow.

A hint of indifference curled up at the corner of Mirabella’s mouth, “Quite free, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be at your post instead of loafing around here?”

“I am waiting for a client and just happened to see you, Ms. Bennett!” Oscar said cheerfully, “Is that your car? Or your boyfriend’s? Or maybe your sugar daddy’s?”

“What’s it to you?” Mirabella walked towards the elevator, “Just do your job.”

Oscar watched her slim and beautiful figure, feeling contemptuous. He thought she got her position just because of her young and beautiful face. Mirabella took the elevator to the twentieth floor and saw her assistant Dean and designer Molly waiting for her from afar.

“Ms. Bennett, Molly has been waiting for you.” Dean said.

“What’s up?” Mirabella pushed open the door to her office, sat in her office chair, and looked up at the girl in front of her.

“Ms. Bennett, here are my recent designs. I was wondering if I could get your feedback?” Molly handed over the designs, her heart thumping, unsure of Mirabella’s response.

Seeing Mirabella’s confusion, Molly hurriedly explained, “At the last company meeting you held, our department head went and showed you my design. After your revision, my design has greatly improved.”

She admired Mirabella’s talents and almost took her as an idol.

“What kind of design do you want to create?” Mirabella picked up her design and began to look at it.

“Of course, fresh and beautiful, that’s my design style.” Molly said.

Molly’s eyes sparkled, excitedly, “I hope to design the most beautiful clothes in the world, just like my idol – Queen Abby. Ms. Bennett, do you know Queen Abby?”

Mirabella paused briefly and smiled slightly, “I know.”

“She is an extremely talented designer! You can see her unique aesthetics and deep skills from her works. Every piece of clothing, every bag she designs, is perfect beyond criticism!” Molly said.

“You might think she’s maxed out her design game. But every time she drops something new, you’ll be gobsmacked by her talent all over again! Her creativity seems endless, every new release shows she’s always leveling up! She’s really smashing!” Molly said.

Mirabella gave a slight smile as she listened to the girl in front of her who couldn’t stop singing praises, “Is she really all that?”

“Absolutely!” Molly’s voice was filled with admiration, “Every piece she designs, as soon as it’s out, designers are falling over themselves to copy! Even top brand designers are hunting for inspiration in her work. Her work gives me endless inspiration. And she’s shown me not to blindly follow trends, but to design my own style. As long as you’re good enough, you can carve out your own space in the design world!”

Watching Molly’s hopes and dreams for the future, Mirabella picked up her pen and began calmly guiding, “You can tweak this part like this.”

In no time, under Mirabella’s guidance, over a dozen drafts had turned into brilliant designs. Molly was stunned. That was ridiculously impressive! In such a short time, Mirabella had spotted all the weaknesses and modified them. The once mundane clothing designs had turned into unique luxury items thanks to her touch.

Just then, Dean’s voice came from outside the door, “Mr. Oscar, you can’t go in.”

“A mere clerk dares to stop me?” Oscar looked at Dean with contempt from outside the door, “Who do you think you are, a power–hungry weasel?” The office door was suddenly flung open.

Dean was extremely apologetic, “I’m sorry Ms. Bennett, I couldn’t stop him.”

Oscar strode in, obviously not giving anyone a second thought. He walked straight up to Mirabella, “I have urgent matters to deal with. It’s abrupt but I know you’ll understand, Ms. Bennett.”

Mirabella looked up at the self–important intruder, gave a cold laugh, and cut him off before he could finish, “You just barge in without knocking?” “It’s urgent. It’s about the company’s future.” Oscar said.

Mirabella didn’t have the patience to listen to him finish, and she ordered coldly, “Please leave.”

“Ms. Bennett, what I have to say is not only about the company’s future, but also…” Oscar said.

“I don’t want to repeat myself.” Mirabella was not interested in his topic, “I’m sure you wouldn’t want to be escorted out by security, would you?” Molly was startled by the scene, what was going on? This Oscar guy was so cocky! And Ms. Bennett didn’t seem scared at all.

So cool!

“Mr. Oscar, please leave!” Dean gestured towards the door.

Oscar glared at him, swallowing his anger and closed the door. He started knocking impatiently from outside. There was no response from the office. After knocking for quite some time, Oscar’s anger was taken out on Dean, “Are you mute? If your boss doesn’t want to see people, shouldn’t you at least let me know? Is the company paying you to stand around?”

All Dean could do was whisper from outside, “Ms. Bennett, Mr. Oscar wants to see you.”

“No.” A brief and clear answer came from the office.

Oscar couldn’t control his anger anymore, he pushed the door open directly, “Then why did you let me knock?”

“Did I ever say if you knocked I’d let you in?” Mirabella said.

“What the hell do you mean?” Oscar asked with irritation.

“Seriously, you’re a vice president but you don’t even know basic manners! Are you here for some kind of soap opera? If you’re that good, why don’t you just take my position at the head office? If not, just chill out and do your job! Is it helpful to come here and whine when you can’t solve your own problems?” Mirabella said.

“You!” Oscar was speechless, pissed off. He didn’t expect this kid to be such a tough cookie.

“Only when you learn what respect and manners are, you have a right to knock on my door! Now, scram!” Mirabella said.

Oscar was speechless, pissed off. He turned around and left.

Molly was stunned, glancing at the direction Oscar left, then at the woman in front of her. What a badass!

Mirabella’s eyes went back to the papers, “We were discussing this. The sleeves you designed. And this hemline, change it to this.”

Molly was too distracted to listen. Feeling the girl’s dominating aura, she swallowed, wishing she could be as cool.

“Got it?” Mirabella looked up at her.

“Yes.” Molly snapped out of it, “I’ll go make the changes right away.”

After Molly left with her drawings, Dean came to Mirabella with a thumbs up, “Ms. Bennett, you’re absolutely brilliant! I’ve been working here for a year, and I’ve never seen Mr. Oscar like this!” Dean was thrilled, “He finally met his match!”

I’m his match?” Mirabella asked.

“No.” Dean hurriedly corrected himself, “But Mr. Oscar holds grudges, and he might give you a hard time. Be careful, Ms. Bennett!”

“So, I should just let him mess with me? Do I look like a doormat to you?” Mirabella said.

Dean looked at her in awe. How could someone so young be so cool?

“From now on, don’t let any small fry in here. They spoil the mood.” Mirabella said.

“Roger that!” Dean said.

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