Chapter 1062: Chapter 1061: This Smell Is Suffocating
Are the cars in the garage flashy?
No, not at all!
Many of them are last year’s models, already outdated.
"There’s one that’s a model from the year before last. Do you want to drive it?"
The year before last?
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, Maxwell Peary actually still has a model from the year before last?
Listening to Maxwell’s tone, that car should be very low-key.
"Alright, then I’ll take that one!"
Nia Mitchell decided cheerfully and was quite smug after speaking.
Star Media—
She arrived at the Company, watching Maxwell Peary’s car go further away, and walked into the lobby.
Unexpectedly, she ran into Rose Eastwood again.
Rose Eastwood was carrying a camera, apparently preparing to go out.
"Nia Mitchell!"
She greeted first, forcing Nia Mitchell to stop.
"What’s up?"
Not knowing what business Rose Eastwood had with her, it was a good thing every time she wasn’t picking on her.
"Nia Mitchell, do you think what you’ve done can always be covered up? I’ll let everyone in this world know your true colors."
As she said that, she flaunted her camera in front of her.
Nia Mitchell froze, wrinkling her brow in disbelief.
"What kind of craziness is this early in the morning?"
It was just too absurd.
Rose Eastwood snorted coldly.
Craziness?
She was about to get promoted, as long as Nia Mitchell didn’t mess things up.
"Nia Mitchell, just you wait, I’ll use my capabilities to get revenge."
After saying this, Rose Eastwood arrogantly left the Company with her camera.
Standing there, Nia Mitchell twitched the corner of her mouth.
What the heck is this?
Why does it have to be like this?
How did she even offend her?
Watching her distant silhouette, Nia Mitchell shrugged boredly and continued walking forward.
Being delayed by Rose Eastwood like this, unexpectedly Hazel Quartz appeared beside her.
"Nia Mitchell, morning."
Ugh...
"Morning."
A bit unaccustomed, is this really Hazel Quartz?
Hazel Quartz wore a smile, then took out a small mirror to start fixing her makeup.
"Why are you still the same as before, not even wearing makeup."
These words were packed with sarcasm and insinuation.
Okay, this is the real Hazel Quartz.
Nia Mitchell glanced at her nonchalantly.
"Putting on makeup doesn’t make you prettier, what’s the point?"
Outwardly it seemed like she was talking about herself, but she was actually talking about Hazel.
Hazel Quartz was instantly displeased upon hearing this.
"Nia Mitchell, what’s that supposed to mean? I’m showing some concern, you don’t have to be so sarcastic!"
Sincere concern?
That’s the same as her being concerned too.
"Hazel Quartz, how am I being sarcastic?"
Pretending not to know, this question made Hazel shut up immediately.
After getting on the elevator, the two stood begrudgingly together.
Hazel Quartz frowned, looking at the swarm of people.
The downside of going to work in the morning, the elevator is always packed.
"Oh no, stop squeezing me!"
"Who squeezed you? I’d say you’re the one squeezing me."
"Who stepped on my foot?"
"Sorry, sorry."
"Ugh, so unlucky early in the morning."
......
Complaints filled the elevator.
And what was unbearable was the overwhelming scent of various perfumes in the elevator, very pungent.
Nia Mitchell held her breath the whole time, crinkling her little nose tightly.
Too stinky.
She concentrated solely on avoiding the foul smell, failing to notice Hazel Quartz next to her, sporting a wicked smile on her face.
