Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

Lindsay bent over and gave Benson the money. She even hid it under his shirt. "Don't take it out until you're back in your room, okay?"

"You're full of crap! Do you even need to tell me that?”

With a sneer. Lindsay said nothing more. Just as Benson was about to turn around, she took out a candy. unwrapped it and stuffed it in her mouth. At that, Benson turned around as well. "I want one too! Give me one!"

Without refusing, Lindsay held out another red-wrapped candy. "I'm down to my last one. You can eat it here before you leave. If your mother finds out, she'll make another remark about you. I'm not going to take this reprimand even though you're the family's baby."

As the Crouch family felt Benson was overweight, he was banned from eating sweets. Candy, for example, was outright forbidden "I know that! I only want one of your candies, and yet you're nagging so much!"

After unwrapping the candy, Benson threw it into his mouth and chewed it. He then had a disgruntled look of disgust. "This candy is delicious! Why don't you buy some more? Next time, get me two more packs! You're such a scrooge!"

"I can't just get it right away! These candies are imported and they aren't even available for purchase with cash. I had to find someone to get it and wait a few months for it to be shipped here. It's costly! I couldn't even bring myself to eat it. All right, all right! I'll save the candy for you next time. Get out of here! Make sure your mother doesn't see you. Remember to drink water when you get back.”

With that admonition, Lindsay started to chase him away. "I won't get caught by my mom. I'm not an idiot! How can I get caught eating candy? Hmph!"

As he crammed the money under his shirt, he grunted. Pulling open the door and looking around, he then squeezed out. Soon after, a light running was heard. Meanwhile, Lindsay, with an evil grin, squatted down and picked up the red candy wrapper discarded on the floor.

She then shut the door and returned to the table where she grabbed a lighter from the side and burned the candy wrapper.

There were sparks among the flames and her sight followed a lurch as a thought popped in her mind.

Meanwhile, Alicia reported to Soaver International on time over the next few days. However, her days seemed to get harder and harder each day. Still going through the company's rules and regulations at her desk, she frowned. She felt like she was being under-utilized.

Although a few days had passed, there were still various rumors about her in the company. She also got the distinct feeling that her colleagues treated her like air. Her original plan of making an effort was worn out by idleness, day after day. On the contrary, her disgust was rising!This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

She hated it here!

This was the only thing that came to mind every time she stepped into the office. Along with that, every time she thought of Frederick, all kinds of negative emotions began to weigh on her body.

She did try to communicate with Giselle but the response she got was always, "Get her familiar with the environment!”

But, what should she get familiar with? No one told her anything. Instead, she was asked to do odd jobs and run errands. Every time she tried to help out with something, no one would take her up on it. At first, she felt indifferent but after a few days, she felt mere and more useless. Even if she was making do with the day, she felt inexplicably resentful.

To her, it was better to be the head of a dog than the tail of a lion.

Alicia had a wonderful time working at JT Translation Services as the premier senior translator. Her worth, on the other hand, seemed to be reduced to serving tea and printing papers here. Realizing this. she became more determined about her original plan.

As she was pondering, another document was thrown onto her desk. "Make two copies for me; one for storage!” Glancing up at Stacy Jules, a colleague, Alicia said breathlessly, "I'm busy! I don't have time." "What do you have to do? Hurry up and help me!”

Stacy directed while chatting on her cell phone. In fact, Alicia was to assist in running errands as newcomers often had nothing to do. Although this was obviously bullying, Stacy believed she had done nothing wrong for she had experienced the same thing before.

Alicia, on the other hand, had been doing errands for a few days and had no luck. She was irritated for no reascn despite receiving the same paycheck. That did not make her happy! As a result, she changed her strategy and flopped gently through the papers in her hands.

‘Tm learning the rules and practicing translation. I still have thousands of pages to finish! Put it here. I'll make copies for you when I have time."

Alicia could postpone if Stacy didn't mind waiting. It wasn't any of her business anyway. At the same time, it wasn't Alicia's fault if her job was behind schedule. She wasn'tin any hurry.

Flipping through the dictionary, Alicia glanced at the open files on the computer. What she meant was that she had work to do as well

Glancing at her, Stacy said indignantly, "Then, hurry up. Don't forget about it!"

With that, she left.

Rolling her eyes, the corners of Alicia's lips twitched. How could Stacy ask her to do something with such an attitude? Stacy was not her superior! Alicia smiled at the mirror on the table and said to herself, "I'm not going to be offended. Instead, I'll get on with my job."

Closing the cover- up page, she started her plan. She opened her email and copied her private work before getting down to business.

In fact, her language skills were good. She had attended an advanced bilingual school since she was a child. Furthermore, she used to fly around the world with her family. Her French examinations, on the other hand, did not go well. She didn't know what was going on and did not perform well in her exams.

However, grades had nothing to do with translation skills. Her French was so fluid ara regular basis that she had no ttouble conversing with foreignersifor days. Not to mentiop™ the p esence of online auto word transkation, autocorrect, and all kinds of dictionaries, she coutd basically handle them with those aids. Hence, she clearly énderstood what people in the office meant

hen they judged her language abilities and spoke poorly about her in front of her. It was just that she didn't bother caring.

As Alicia had something to pass the time, her days didn't feel so sad anymore.

Cccasionally though, people would come over and bother her. In no time, the folders on her desk were roped into a pile. Each one even had a sticky note attached.

Glancing at the documents, she pretended not to see anything When she was tired, she got up to make a cup of tea. Upon returning, she then scribbled and day-dreamt for a while.

Meanwhile, in the manager's office, Jennifer and Liane Simon, a colleague, had just finished reporting on their work. The two then exchanged glances and began to complain

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"Right? We're all so busy, yet she's not helping at all! Miss Giselle, why don't you take care of her? Besides, language is an art that can't be learned in a day or two."

"I agree! She can't understand anything we say! How can such a person work ith us? Her foundations bad, and yet she refuses to ut in any effort. We can't train hereven if we want to. Instead of caring here, she should return to school" "Miss Giselle, how gan anyone of her standard remain in our group? Won't our performance be dragged down by her? Wouldn't anything we've done going to be destroyed if she gets her hands on it?"

Jennifer and Liane expressed their opinions without hesitation. Without saying it directly, they implied that people like her should be kicked out.

Looking up, Giselle frowned slightly. She then turned and said, "I'll assign her some basic tasks. Before I make concrete plans, let's see what happens later.”