Chapter 5 Meaningless Affectation

Ouch, ouch!

Nancy thought to herself. Affectation was not her thing. It was meaningless, and no one cared!

College graduation was still half a year away. She needed to raise enough money for her expenses.

Gritting her teeth, Nancy got out of the presidential suite and didn't even take a glance at the cheque the whole time.

After she left, a cleaner came to clean up the room.

The sum on the cheque was shockingly large, and she hastened to hand it in.

The hotel staff called Barry.

After the phone was hung up, Barry's brows furrowed.

How did President White leave a cheque of such a great value in the hotel he checked in?

After Tyrone finished the meeting, Barry walked up.

With both hands, he delivered the cheque to Tyrone, "President White, according to the hotel, this is what you left in the suite."

Tyrone glanced over the cheque and looked indifferent.

That woman was cute in bed.

After all, no other woman could make the disciplined man lost control of himself as she did.

Unfortunately, this woman liked to play tricks, which disgusted him.

The women he disliked the most were those who thought they were smart.

Did she think he would pay attention to her through not taking the cheque?

"Keep the cheque as your bonus this year." Tyrone said nonchalantly.

Barry kept a straight face. Staying with Tyrone for so long, he had learned to stay calm.

"President White, since no schedule for the afternoon, would you like to visit the tea factory?" Asked Barry.

The Ancient Charm Tea Factory produced a kind of tea called "Bird's Tongue tea" (literally bird's tongue). It was made from the cores of upscale green tea and extremely valuable.

Tyrone found the "Bird's Tongue tea" from the tea factory tasty and had the intention of acquisition.

"Okay, arrange it up." Replied Tyrone.

When Nancy hurried to the tea factory, it was already around four o'clock in the afternoon. In midsummer, the sun was scorching the earth like a huge fireball.

Because of the weather, the salary was quite high.

"Why are you so late?" The forewoman glared at Nancy.

Nancy didn't speak but quickly put on a special tea-drying uniform and flipped the green tea.

The most original method of tea-processing was preserved in the Ancient Charm Tea Factory. Tea leaves would be shoveled and dried manually under the blazing sun to maximize its flavor.

"Nancy, are you alright?" A thickly wrapped man walked up and spoke in a gentle voice.

Nancy shook her head, "I'm fine."

Shelton went to the same university. Both of them did part-time jobs and were relatively close.

Among the tea-shoveling workers, he was the only male.

Nancy kept flipping the green tea with a bamboo rake while heatwaves rushed over.

She somehow felt very uncomfortable and dizzy today.

Despite her sickness, she gritted her teeth, determined to carry on.

Then, there was an uproar among the female workers.

"Nancy, there seems to be someone inspecting the tea factory." Shelton said.

Nancy hummed.

There were regular inspections. Why the uproar today?

"He looks so handsome..."

"Gosh, so handsome, how could there be such a handsome man..."

"I think I know him. He is the president of the YS Empire Group."

People started whispering with each other.

Someone poked Nancy, "Take a look at the charming guy. Such an opportunity comes once in a lifetime."

Nancy felt more and more uncomfortable. It felt like she was baked in a huge oven.

Before she could speak a word, she collapsed to the ground.