Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Chapter 1837

Alighting from the car, Jared stared coldly at Harvey because he did not intend to respond to the guy. In the end, the awkward

Harvey decided to take his leave.

Back at the receptionist’s desk, Olive whispered to Ellen, advising her not to loaf about during working hours, or she would be

penalized. Ellen did not want that either, for she even warned Harvey not to send her flowers again.

At that moment, Olive straightened her back to greet the incoming young man along with the others. “Good morning, President

Presgrave.”

Ellen could not react in time, hence the tardiness. “Good morning, President Presgrave. Her voice alone reverberated in the lobby

because everyone had done their salutations by the tshe stood up. Feeling embarrassed, she could not help her flushing

cheeks.

Jared's eyes naturally fixed on her. A smile appeared across his lips the moment he saw her. Then, he responded to everyone,

“Save the greetings whenever I'm at work.”

“And sparea moment, Ellen,” he called for her on the spot.

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She froze at her spot, looking left and right to realize that only her nwas mentioned. She had no choice but to rise from her

seat. Now that he was seeing her as the company’s president, her heart surged to her

throat

Once they cto a pillar, Jared cut to the chase. “I saw you and a guy fighting back there. Who is he?”

Ellen’s mind went blank, for she did not expect him to witness that scene. “He’s the son of my uncle’s friend.”

“Is he pursuing you?”

‘No, no, no! | have nothing to do with him.” She shook her head vigorously in denial.

“He's definitely up to no good. Don’t mind him,” he reminded.

“I know” She nodded because she hoped for peace too. However, she worked in the lobby, where Harvey could drop by at any

time, so she could not do anything about it.

Needless to say, Jared was also aware of the main problem. Why don’t | transfer her to somewhere close to me? | need a personal

assistant anyway. She can helpwith my daily routine, and | can keep her safe by keeping those unwanted harassments in

check. Perfect!

“Ellen, do you want to have a change of job?”

“A change?” That idea did not cross her mind at all.

“I need a personal assistant, so you can take office from now on.”

“Huh? Me? But | haven't done anything relevant to that” She lacked confidence.

He smiled. “You don’t have to worry about that. | don’t bite.”

He assured her to get back to work first before treading toward the elevator. Once Ellen was back in her position, Olive cup to

her. “Ellen, why did he ask for you?”

“Nothing” Ellen figured that it was not the tto bring up the job rotation.

The tactful Olive quelled her doubts at her response. If President Presgrave takes special care of Ellen, she won't need to serve as a

receptionist anymore.

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As Olive expected, Ellen received a job rotation email from the human resource department at noon. She went to the manager's

office as required, and Joanna looked at her enviously. “Ellen, you're promoted! You'll be working as the president’s personal

assistant from now on.”

Her face turned crimson at that. That sounds kinda weird. Personal assistant?

Seeing through her mind, Joanna grinned. “Don’t getwrong. We're a proper international company. As the president's assistant,

you're required to take care of his personal life. The president will elaborate on the details himself later.”

In actuality, Joanna was clueless about what kind of a person Jared was. The only tshe encountered him was during a meeting

among the senior employees. Thereafter, she had the impression that Jared was a strict and serious person.

Ellen did not foresee the promotion to be this soon either.

“You should report yourself at the floor where the presidential office is.”

After thanking Joanna, she headed upstairs by the elevator. The moment she cout of it, a secretary in her early thirties

escorted her.

“Ellen Reiss, cthis way, please.”

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