The boss personally ordered it, and tonight, who knows how many people are anxious and sleepless.
Katherine Blue stuck out her tongue on the side, internally complaining that capitalists are all the same, devouring people without leaving even the bones.
But Elise Don, after putting down the phone, was completely unaware.
She rubbed the metallic edge of the phone, deep in thought, and couldn't resist opening the WeChat page—
Still empty.
It's been a day, from afternoon to evening, and Oliver Bloom still hadn't replied to her.
Elise Don looked up and gazed out the window.
California had already started a new day, while September's Northern City was plunging into an endless night.
...
The Yilri Garment project kept everyone so busy that their feet barely touched the ground, and Elise Don threw herself into work, never contacting Oliver Bloom again.
