Married in a Flash Embarking on the Journey to Wealth

Aurelia hesitated for a moment before heading to the door.

To her surprise, it was Cynthia standing outside.

Didn’t Leslie say that Cynthia wouldn’t come?

Cynthia smiled at Aurelia and said, “Hey, Ms. Simmons, is Leslie around? I need to talk to him about something urgent.”

Upon hearing this, Aurelia was taken aback and realized that Cynthia was completely unaware of Leslie having invited his colleagues for dinner today.

So, Aurelia awkwardly stood in place, unsure of how to handle the situation.

“What’s up?” Thankfully, Leslie came over to defuse the situation.

Cynthia glanced at Leslie. Then, when she saw the colleagues in the room, she looked a

bit hurt.

After taking a deep breath, she handed over a file. “This is a document from Amoro. It seems like there was an issue that was found during the testing.

“I tried to contact Mr. Xenos, but he didn’t respond, so I had to come find you instead. I’m worried that delaying it might cause some problems.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon hearing this, Daniel immediately took out his phone and found that Cynthia did indeed message him.

Perhaps everyone was a bit noisy just now, so he didn’t hear the notification

Leslie then took the file from Cynthia and said, “I see. I’ll contact them later to inquire.”

“Alright. Then, I’ll leave first.” Cynthia nodded.

With that, Cynthia hobbled toward the elevator with her head bowed.

Only then did Aurelia notice that Cynthia’s knees had been scraped, and her stockings

were stuck to the wound due to the bloodstains.

Cynthia looked very disheveled indeed.

“Wait, Ms. Whitlock, what happened to you?” she asked.

“It’s nothing. It was my bad. I was in a hurry and forgot to watch my step, so I tripped,”

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Cynthia said as she helplessly shrugged.

“Well… Since you’re here, why don’t you come in and have dinner together? We happen to have some medicine and band–aids at home,” Aurelia suggested.

“That… It’s too much trouble for you all,” Cynthia replied, looking somewhat sad as she glanced at Leslie.

But Leslie also glanced at Cynthia’s wound and nodded slightly. “Come in.”

So, Cynthia murmured an agreement and limped her way into the house. But as she passed by Leslie, her feet gave way, and she’d almost tripped again.

Fortunately, Leslie reached out to support her. “I’ll get the medicine.”

Cynthia then timidly nodded, obviously lacking her usual confidence from the office.

Aurelia, who had extended her hand to assist Cynthia, retracted her hand in disappointment. Then, she simply watched as Leslie awkwardly supported Cynthia’s

hand instead.

“Ms. Whitlock, let me help you with that wound,” Aurelia said.

“No need, it’s dirty. I can handle it myself. Thanks, Ms. Simmons.” Cynthia said, deflecting her offer.”

Aurelia looked at Cynthia strangely.

Cynthia had shown animosity toward her in the office before, but now, she was being

polite.

Just then, Leslie said,

You go on and do your work.”

Aurelia nodded, but as she turned around, she heard Cynthia speaking to Leslie in a hushed tone, “Leslie, it hurts. Can you help me sit down?”

Soon, Aurelia reached the kitchen door, but she couldn’t help but glance back again.

Then, she saw that Cynthia was leaning against Leslie, clearly in pain.

No man would refuse to help such a beautiful and delicate woman, right?

After that, Aurelia turned into the kitchen and donned an apron. Then, she grabbed a knife and started vigorously chopping some vegetables.

While some people had beautiful companions to accompany them, others had continue with their mundane tasks.

Why was there such a big difference between people?

But Aurelia also felt like she deserved it for allowing Cynthia in.

Meanwhile outside the kitchen, the visitors were immediately silenced by the sound of Aurelia’s chopping, and they gave Leslie a strange look.

Was Leslie being so obedient because of Aurelia’s fierce chopping skills?

At that moment, a small smirk appeared on Leslie’s lips.

“Leslie.” Cynthia gritted her teeth.

Then, Leslie’s smile instantly disappeared.

A moment later, Aurelia had finished chopping the vegetables. However, it was only for her to be startled by Leslie standing behind her.

“What are you doing here? Weren’t you… with Cynthia?” she asked.

“If I don’t show up, the neighbors will complain about the noise,” Leslie remarked as he glanced at the cutting board.

“Sorry,” Aurelia apologized, feeling embarrassed.