NOVPUBChapter 865: Chapter 865: Anything is Possible in Dreams_1 Chapter 865: Chapter 865: Anything is Possible in Dreams_1 “If there’s anything I can help with, feel free to tell me,” Jenny Kirk said with a sweet smile.
Adrian Zhekova nodded casually and said, “Miss Kirk, no need to see me out.”
Jenny Kirk: “…”
Was he trying to get rid of her already?
Considering her contributions to Adrian’s business, it wasn’t necessary for him to be polite to her, but driving her away?!
Did Adrian truly not care about Pingla’s development any longer?
Jenny noticed that after Adrian had finished speaking, he ignored her.
He held Cindy’s hand and began to leave.
He didn’t even say goodbye to her.
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There were so many Pingla employees coming and going around.
After all, she would have to visit frequently!
She couldn’t lose face here.
That would give Pingla’s employees something to laugh at.
Otherwise, how could she come to work at Pingla in the future?
Every visit would result in her being ridiculed?
Jenny Kirk could only maintain her dignity.
She laughed, “Then I’ll take my leave now, see you next time.”
After saying this, however reluctant Jenny Kirk was, she had to turn around and leave.
As she approached the door and was about to head to the parking lot to find her car.
Right at the entrance, she heard Pingla employees who had walked out ahead having a casual chat.
Just now in the hall on the first floor, because Adrian and Cindy were there.
The employees dared not voice the gossip circulating in their minds.
If it accidentally reached the ears of the scumbag CEO, it wouldn’t be a good thing.
So, only after they had walked out of the company building did they start discussing freely.
“The one who came down with the CEO just now…”
“I heard, it seems her surname is Kirk.”
“Kirk, huh?
But she doesn’t seem to possess any gravitas at all.”
“Perhaps she’s just pretending.”
Jenny Kirk: “…”
Why were these people so mean with their words!
How was she pretending to be high-profile!
How was she lacking propriety!
“Initially, I thought she was a client, there to discuss work with the CEO.”
“I noticed that as soon as she arrived at the hall with the CEO, she looked so pleased.
It made it seem as though she and the CEO shared some intimacy.”
“Ah?
I didn’t notice that at the time, I only assumed she was a client.”
“I also thought she was a client, I just looked at her subconsciously when I saw the CEO come down, I didn’t put much thought into it.”
“How could we have thought otherwise?
Even if our thoughts had strayed, we couldn’t possibly consider her having any romantic relationship with the CEO.”
“Exactly, our CEO seems to relish showing off his affectionate relationship with his wife, and he has not shown signs of tiring of it.
He’s too busy dispensing witness PDAs every day, how would he have time for other women?”
“You must keep your voice down, even if it’s true, but if the CEO hears it, given his temperament!” The person didn’t finish speaking and merely laughed.
Laugh at what exactly?
Imagine for yourself.
Jenny Kirk heard the employees from all around discussing the recent incident.
“Well, isn’t that why we didn’t start talking until we had walked out the door?”
“Miss Kirk probably has no idea that our CEO is wholeheartedly dedicated to his wife.
We wouldn’t regard him walking with any beautiful girls as anything suspicious, regardless of whether they were celebrities or models.”
Wondering about the scenarios of the scumbag CEO betraying Cindy?
Everyone just shook their heads.
They simply couldn’t picture it.
Jenny Kirk was becoming more and more upset the more she listened.
She quickly walked past everyone to find her car.
The colleagues from Pingla only then realized that Jenny Kirk had been there all along.
More importantly, she had heard everything.
However, the crowd was not concerned at all.
If Jenny Kirk heard, then she heard.
Afraid of what!
Even if she offended Jenny Kirk, what could the scumbag CEO do to them?
So, the crowd resumed its carefree discussion on what to eat for lunch: “Later, I’m going to order their deep-fried pork.
I’ve been craving it for a while.”
This colleague was from the northeast, and every now and then, he would miss his hometown food.
“Speaking of which, how does their deep-fried pork compare to your local version?”
“It’s a bit lacking, but it’s already quite close.”
“I feel like having snail noodles.
I’ve specifically brought a small bottle of perfume to spray after eating.” This coworker, whose hometown is in the state of Merton, was particularly fond of snail noodles and became restless if he didn’t eat them for a few days.
“It’s a shame Belfard doesn’t have any authentic snail noodle restaurants, it always lacks a bit of flavor.” The colleague said, “The soup here is not rich enough, and they don’t make it as spicy as we do back home, so the taste always falls a bit short.”
“Ah, you make me want to go to Merton to try the authentic snail noodles.” One of his colleagues said, “I’ve tried several popular brands of snail noodles available in the market.
Do you have any recommended brands that closely resemble your local flavor?”
“Um!” The colleague thought for a bit and said, “If you’re looking for a taste that’s an exact replica of our local flavor, there’s none.
After all, their authentic dishes still taste slightly different.”
“Just considering our region, there are several famous restaurants, with the taste of each varying slightly.
It all depends on personal preference,” the colleague commented.
“However, based on my personal taste, I prefer NongShim Black Noodle Soup.
The soup is rich and flavorful.
Others are too bland for me.
NongShim Black Noodle Soup is still delicious even if you can’t handle spiciness and don’t add chili oil, thanks to its soup mix.”
“Other brands make a clear white soup, but NongShim Black Noodle Soup creates a thick red soup, very flavorful.”
“Ah, okay, then I’ll try it.”
The chatter of colleagues gradually grew quieter and quieter.
Meanwhile, Cindy and Adrian had also entered the elevator.
In Adrian’s exclusive elevator, naturally, only he and Cindy were present, no one else to disturb them.
The lunchbox Cindy had been holding was already in Adrian’s hands.
Since no one else was in the elevator at this time, Cindy asked, “How did Jenny Kirk come down with you just now?”
“She came today as the representative of the International Culinary Competition’s organizers in Hearth Nation, but she didn’t have an appointment.
Sheldon Rowland thought it might be something important, so he asked if I wanted to see her.
When I found out it was her, I refused.”
“I assumed she had left, but unexpectedly, she was waiting outside.
As soon as I stepped out, she followed.” Adrian mentioned this and his lips tightened, clearly unhappy.
“I heard what she said just now,” replied Cindy, “Can she really be of help to Pingla?”
But Adrian scoffed, “Can a massive conglomerate like Pingla be boosted by her alone?”
“I advise her to keep dreaming, everything can happen in dreams,” Adrian said without mincing words, “She’s too full of herself.”
“She lacks insight, yet she’s so conceited.
Believing her analyses are spot-on while overestimating her significance at the International Chefs Association and among the sponsors of the International Culinary Competition,” Adrian said with disdain.
“But in reality, Pingla couldn’t care less about her slight privilege.”
