NovelOnlineJerturned and said, "Con in."
Lizetta watched his retreating back, pursed her lips, and reluctantly followed him inside.
"Have a seat," Jergestured towards the sofa in the sitting area.
Lizetta walked over and sat down, noticing Jermoving to his desk to pick up the phone.
He instructed his secretary, "Bring in a glass of warm milk, please."
Lizetta was startled and quickly waved her hands, saying, "No need, I'm just here to say a few words."
She feared that once she spoke up, the milk might end up being thrown in her face.
"Didn't you just finish rehearsal? Have sto replenish your energy. | wouldn't want anyone accusingof
mistreating a pregnant woman."
Indeed, Lizetta had just finished rehearsal and hadn't even had a chance to drink water.
Given Jerome's words, she didn't protest further; instead, she thanked him, and waited for the secretary to bring
in the milk.
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Lizetta took the milk and practically downed it in one gulp.
Setting down the glass, she looked at Jerome, who was sitting opposite her with his legs crossed.
"Mr. Madden."
Meeting his gaze, Lizetta felt an added pressure and stumbled over her words.
"First tI've seen someone use milk to summon courage. Here, you've got son your lip."
Jerleaned forward, handing Lizetta a napkin and pointing to the corner of her mouth.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Lizetta quickly took the napkin and wiped her mouth, before she crumpled it in her
palm.
Then she heard Jerask, "Is it what you want to discuss that's stressing you out, or is it me?"
Lizetta let out a sigh and hurriedly
said, "You've been a great help; you're a very approachable and kind boss. I'm truly sorry, but after this
performance, | might not be able to stay with the dance company anymore. The company needs to find someone
to replacequickly. I'm really sorry for causing such trouble!"
Lizetta stood up, bowing deeply to Jerto express her profound apology.
She braced herself for Jerome's anger, given that the dance company had hired top dancers for this performance
and had invested heavily in script, stage, promotion, and costumes, aiming for a blockbuster
success.
It was Jerwho had given her this opportunity when she joined, and now she was talking about leaving just
like that.
With her face burning, Lizetta expected Jerto be furious, but he remained calm, even lacking any sign of
condemnation in his eyes.
"Is it because the wedding didn't go well?"
Lizetta offered an awkward smile,
"Sorry, I'm thinking of getting a divorce, but. Anyway, I'll be leaving in a couple of weeks. | have a rather bold
request: could you keep my departure a secret until | leave? And, if possible, not replacein the promotional
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Making such a request, Lizetta felt utterly shameless.
Jerstared at her, tapping his fingers on the back of the sofa chair, and said, "Seems like you're planning to
leave quietly? Sit down, let's talk this through. If I'm to help you, might be taking srisks. | feel | deserve a
full understanding of the situation to decide whether to assist you or not."
Ten minutes later, Lizetta left Jerome's office, feeling much lighter.
She changed in the locker room and was leaving the dance company when she saw a familiar Bentley parked at
the entrance. Remington, in a dark gray coat, stood in front of the car. Seeing her cout, he quickly walked
towards her.
These past few days, he had insisted on picking her up and dropping her off daily. Lizetta hadn't refused, and
even got used to it. But today was different.
With plans and arrangements in mind, Lizetta felt her palms sweat and her steps halt as she saw him
approaching.
Caught in a daze, Remington was already in front of her, taking her hands in his.
"What's wrong? Your hands are ice cold, and you're sweating."
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