Chapter 612

Chapter 612:
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
Cursing under her breath, she snatched a lamp and hurled it to the floor.
“Damn it!”
She was wealthy, educated, and hailed from a prestigious family. A renowned painter and gifted designer.
But Candice? No money, no influential family, and plagued by mental illness!
As she recalled the events from noon, Sigrid’s anger reached a boiling point. Her furious roar reverberated throughout the room. It had been close to midday.
Through the secretaries’ station, she had scheduled a meeting in advance and arrived at Milton’s office.
Sigrid had prepared a design concept for the expansion of more than ten top fashion brands of Royal Garden Corporation—something she took immense pride in. She came to present it to Milton.
Her design blended abstract three-dimensional elements with the currently popular anime style, guaranteed to excite the majority of users.
She had assumed Milton would shower her with praise. After all, he valued work highly, often inviting Candice to his office to discuss cases.
She couldn’t afford to lag behind.
Unexpectedly, Milton glanced at Sigrid lightly and said, “In the future, just report to the department head directly. No need to come to me.”
He checked his watch and added, “Don’t bother coming to my office unless it’s really important. Also, don’t disturb me at noon.”
Sigrid was a bit embarrassed. She knew that Candice usually visited him at noon. This made her upset.
Milton rose to his feet and was about to send her out.
She had an idea. She thought she could act weak to gain his sympathy.
As Milton walked towards her, she pretended to feel dizzy and leaned towards him.
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However, he didn’t help her but stepped back.
Already tumbling down, she hastily clutched onto his waist. As he lowered his head, she stood on tiptoe, feigning instability but truly desiring to draw nearer to him. She longed for the chance to steal a kiss with the excuse of falling down.
Out of nowhere, he quickly moved away from her as soon as she touched him.
As she dropped to the floor, she feigned weakness to conceal her mistake.
“I’m sorry, Milton. I’ve been up late drawing things for several nights in a row. I didn’t expect to be seriously exhausted, and my feet were weak and my eyes were dizzy just now.”
As she looked up, she saw him wiping his hands with a napkin as if he had touched something dirty. Then he threw the napkin into the trash can.
She felt extremely disappointed, her heart heavy with sadness. He even hated touching her?
However, she remembered that Milton was a neat freak, always cleaning up if he touched someone or something. If it was serious, he would even throw his clothes away.
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