Bound to My Billionaire Ex

Chapter 46 Use My Bathroom

Chapter 46 Use My Bathroom Rejoyla was shocked. "Ms. Yvett. I'm sorry. Give me another chance. Please don't fire me. I will really change!”

It never rained but it poured. If she lost her job, it would only strengthen Jacquelyn’s determination to marry her off to Elvis. Rejoyla begged for mercy, not understanding why she was suddenly being fired. She worked diligently and had no other issues besides the minor problem of being occasionally late. What had she done to offend Molly?Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Molly's stern face remained expressionless, and her tone was flat. "Starting today, you will be transferred to the assistant's office. Now. pack up your things and leave immediately."

Molly left quickly, ignoring Rejoyla's cries behind her.

Rejoyla scratched her head, not understanding why she was being transferred to the assistant’s office. But since Molly had said so, she'd better pack up her things quickly so that they wouldn't be thrown out later.

By the time Rejoyla arrived at the assistant's office with her cardboard box, an hour had passed. The people in the office took several steps back when they saw her, making her confused. But she greeted them with a smile. "Hello, my name is Rejoyla. I was just transferred here from the finance department. I'm so happy to meet you guys."

No one said anything. and Rejoyla was a little embarrassed. She took a few steps forward to speak again, but the people in front of her quickly stepped back. One girl wearing Prada and delicate makeup frowned in disgust. "Don't come near me. What's that smell? It's so disgusting. How did someone like you get transferred to our assistant's office? Don't you ever shower? Ugh, it's so gross!"

Rejoyla's smile froze, and she discreetly sniffed herself. Well, she didn't smell anything "Really? Am I really that smelly?"

Oh, right. She hadn't showered that morning because she had no time. Perhaps she caught the smell of the stinky grass last night. No wonder the people in the finance department had been ignoring her. She thought her character couldn't be that bad. She wasn't even fired from the company, but she couldn't even find a helping hand. It must be because she smelled too bad.

She felt embarrassed and blamed Jason. She just didn't want him to take advantage of her last night, or she wouldn't have been so ashamed now. "Um, sorry. I spilled a bottle of essential oil last night and forgot to clean it up this morning.”

"Who are you trying to fool? Essential oils don't really stink. Are you treating us like a country bumpkin like you? Essential oils? Do you even have the money to buy essential oils?” The girl in Prada sneered and pulled out a bottle of Chanel perfume to spray around the room. Rejoyla recognized the brand because Jacquelyn loved to use it.

Seeing that Rejoyla stared at the perfume in her hand, the girl in Prada shook the small bottle proudly and mocked her. "What are you looking at? Your monthly salary can't even afford one bottle of my perfume. Bumpkin, I warn you not to be greedy for money. If you dare to steal it, I will make sure you spend your life in prison!"

The girl in Prada glanced at Rejoyla's clothes, and a trace of disdain flashed through her eyes. She couldn't understand how this poor girl could work in the assistant’s office. She was supposed to be the only girl in the office, but now that there was another one, which would ruin her advantage. She had to find a way to drive away Rejoyla. But why was Rejoyla arranged to work here? They didn't need a helper in the assistant's office.

Rejoyla squinted her eyes. She didn't argue with the girl in Prada, but it was not because she was afraid of the girl, but because she had indeed caused trouble for everyone. That was why she didn't mind the girl's disdainful tone. But that didn't mean she would tolerate being bullied repeatedly. If she let the girl Prada think she was an easy target. it would only lead to more trouble in the future.

Rejoyla took a deep breath and was about to speak when the door opened again. To her surprise, Brady walked in.

The assistant’s office was just outside the CEO's office, so they could see Brady as long as he passed by. It was also convenient for the assistants to serve the CEO!

Brady's eyes lit up when he saw Rejoyla, and he nodded at her as if nothing happened. But in his mind, he couldn't help but think of the scene from yesterday, and his heart was beating fast.

But wait, was it his imagination? What was it? Why did it smell so bad?

Rejoyla moved back a little. hoping not to offend the CEO with her smell.

"Mr. Nelson!" Everyone greeted Brady.

Brady nodded and walked slowly to Rejoyla. "What... is that smell? Did the cleaning crew not come yesterday?"

Brady originally wanted to talk to Rejoyla, get closer to her, and leave a good impression on her, but the bad smell made him change his mind. What was going on? Would Rejoyla think that he was a man who paid no attention to hygiene?

Rejoyla blushed. The girl in Prada giggled and said, "Mr. Nelson, it's Miss Lynn's smell. You've wronged the cleaning staff. They clean every day!”

As she spoke, she glared at Rejoyla. Mr. Nelson would immediately kick out such a sloppy woman, right? After all, a man like Mr. Nelson wouldn't tolerate such a woman.

To her surprise, Brady raised an eyebrow slightly but just stared at Rejoyla. His voice was gentle and he didn't mean to lose his temper or kick her out. "What's going on?"

‘I, I accidentally spilled some essential oil.” Eor fear that Brady wouldn't believe her, Rejoyla explained, “it’s true. Joana usually ~ likes to apeate these things herselt- The stinky grass was grown byher, and she extracted the oil. I usually use.Joanal s homemade essential oil isstead of buying from outside. I've just moved, so I set the alarm according to the original time. I was afraid of being late, so I didn't notice the smell on me." to

I see...”

Brady said, drawling. Rejoyla nervously stared at him, afraid that he would tell her to leave because of the smell. Then she would be so embarrassed The girl in Prada also looked at Brady nervously, hoping that he would kick Rejoyla out.

Brady looked at Rejoyla, who was staring at him with her cat-like eyes without blinking, and his heart skipped a beat. He blurted out, "I have a bathroom in my office. You can go wash up there!”

"Ah... Thank you, but I don't want to trouble you!”

Brady's bathroom was his private space, wasn't it? He used it on his own. If she used it, it would be too strange. Rejoyla instinctively refused Brady's offer. Her face turned from light pink to a deeper shade.

After Brady spoke, he also felt like his words were a bit ambiguous. He caught a glimpse of Rejoyla's blushing earlobe and looked away uneasily. He really didn't mean anything else and just spoke his mind without thinking.

The girl in Prada couldn't believe what she had heard and opened her mouth in surprise. Her eyes darted back and forth between Brady and Rejoyla.

"Then take half a day off and handle it quickly!" After Brady finished speaking, he quickly walked away. Although he enjoyed being close to Rejoyla, his nose couldn't handle the smell any longer. He'd better leave in a hurry!

Rejoyla knew she was an unwelcome presence and didn't want to stay. She asked the man who was following Brady. She knew the man and once saw him from a distance. He was Brady's assistant. Henry, and he always followed Brady. "Assistant Sue, where should I put my things?”

Henry quietly looked at Rejoyla, making her scalp tingle. He then pointed to a nearby table next to the girl in Prada and said briefly, “Put your things next to Lydia!"

"No! She smells so bad. I don't want to sit next to her!" In fact, Lydia didn't want Rejoylato- use the table because shévhad already filled it with various bottles, nail polish, a smalk mirro _and soon. Howeve singe she wals the only female assistant, the. einen didn't want to argue-With her ‘and let her have the shared table which was used to put sUindries. Rejoyla had joined halfway through and there were no other tables available, so she could only sit next to Lydia.

Henry glanced at Lydia silently, and Lydia’s previously belligerent expression subsided. She glared fiercely at Rejoyla and moved her belongings aside, leaving a small spot for Rejoyla to sit. Then she returned to her seat, picked up her folder, and pretended to flip through it.

Rejoyla made a mental note to change her clothes and hurriedly placed her box in the corner vacated by Lydia before rushing out.

After Rejoyla left. Lydia sprayed some Chanel perfume. The man who sat opposite her couldn't help but comment, "Lydia, stop spraying. Mixing good and bad smells doesn't make it better. It's worse than just being stinky all the time!”

Lydia glared at him and said, “Is it my fault? It's because of that bumpkin who made the whole office smell bad!” "Forget it. I don't want to argue with you. Guys, let me just open the window and get some fresh air in here. Bear with it for a bit longer!" The others were already eager to open the window and urged him to hurry up. They would rather endure the heat than tolerate this smell!

"Henry, what's the background of the girl who just joined us? How did she get into the assistant's office? Mr. Nelson seems to be quite lenient with

her.

Everyone gathered around to inquire about the news. Unlike Lydia who simply judged someone by clothes, they all had azdiscerning eye. Although Rejoyla was dressed plainly, Brady's attitude toward het was special. Moreover, she was evenparachuted into the assistant Ss offic. They all knew how difficult it was for a woman to enterthe assistant's office. Brady had to let Lydia work here for the sake of her elder, but what about Rejoyla? It was said that she was previously in the finance department, so how did she get parachuted into the assistant's office?

Henry looked at their excited faces expressionlessly and said briefly, "I heard she has an unusual relationship with Mr. Nelson!" Well, Rejoyla was Brady's little aunt, so their relationship was indeed unusual. And they were not even related by blood. It was too dramatic!

But the meaning of his words was completely different in the ears of others. What kind of unusual relationship could a man and a woman have? They understood in a second!

While everyone was making gossipy signs to each other, they didn't notice Lydia's fierce gaze at Rejoyla's seat.