Chapter 7 His Current Girlfriend, An Actress!

As soon as the man left, the smile on Janice Simpson's face became cold. She glanced up and down at Rosemary Johnson.

If she remembered correctly, that day in the western restaurant, it seemed that this woman had a little boy.

As a woman's intuition told her, there must be some connection between this woman and Charles Hockley.

“I don’t care what relationship you had with Charles before. Now he is mine! You should keep your hands and feet clean when you work for him.” Feeling a little intimidated, Janice raised her red lip and warned.

Rosemary didn’t expect the actress who was known to be the leader of “Pure School” turned out to be such a ferocious look of jealousy when confronting a single mother.

Hideous and ugly.

"Why, give me more guts, and I still dare not rob a man from Miss Simpson."

Rosemary took two steps back, smiling, "Everyone knows the power behind Miss Simpson."

Janice snorted arrogantly and her disdainful eyes swept across Rosemary.

"Janice." The indifferent voice of Charles floated from the front.

Janice's slightly-opened lips tightened for a second, and she gave Rosemary a fierce glare.

Then she changed her face in seconds and quickly followed the pace of Charles with a smile like a flower growing on her face. She gently held him in arms, "Charles, did Secretary Johnson really study medicine before? What if she doesn't adapt to this job?"

"Fire." One simple word, cold without temperature.

Rosemary took a deep breath and forced herself to laugh.

“I think so too, after all, even if M.R is going to close down, we won't hire useless people!"

Janice laughed, somewhat gloating, "Nobody wants to give investment to a company with only pretty faces!"

Charles held her slender waist and said in a pampered tone, "Can she be as pretty as you? Huh?"

"You are so bad!"

Rosemary looked at the back of the pair leaving and sneered in her heart.

If she had knew that M.R's successor was Charles Hockley, she would never have agree to take over this bloody job.

The secretary at the side tentatively called out: "Secretary Johnson?"

Rosemary drew back her gaze and nodded to the secretary, "Sorry, let's go to the office."

Linda’s office was a little far away from the president’s office because she had to take care of the affairs of subordinate departments. Now she had the office next to the president's office cleaned up and led Rosemary in.

There were all kind of facilities readily available, floor-to-ceiling windows and excellent lighting provided.

Only thing abnormal or even creepy was that this office and the president’s office were separated with glass, from peeping into the people and things inside was just a blindfold, and the blindfold could only be pulled up or down from the president's office, which made Rosemary very uncomfortable.

If the blinds were opened all the time, wouldn’t she have no privacy?

Linda brought in an important box of documents to Rosemary. "Secretary Johnson, this is M.R's information for the past year. You check it and tell me if there is anything wrong. In addition, this is President Hockley’s schedule for the next week."

After Linda left, Rosemary flipped through the schedule.

After seeing the words ‘Janice, reception, dinner’, she moved her eyes from the schedule and rubbed her temples, with a little headache.

In the past seven years, has Janice become his regular female companion?

‘You hold me in your arms with an umbrella / whisper your oath word by word / how careful every word is/ there are thousands of tenderness in your eyes...’

The mobile phone placed on the desk suddenly sang, which surprised Rosemary. When she saw a familiar caller ID, her eyes became wet.

When she went abroad, Rosemary kept this number and charged it for several years at a time. Today was the first day she re-activated this number on the mobile phone. She didn’t expect the first caller was Grandma Hockley.

When answering the phone, her voice choked for a moment, "Grandma..."

"Hey, is this my girl Rosemary?"

After hearing Rosemary's voice, the old lady breathed a sigh of relief, "You bad girl, grandma is worried about you to death! Over the years, grandma has been thinking about you every single day."

The old lady’s words made Rosemary feel sentimentally sad, "Grandma, I'm sorry."

"Silly girl, what you are sorry to grandma!" The old lady scolded her and said, "Girl, since you’re back, come over for dinner tonight. I miss you."

Rosemary hesitated for a second, and then said “Yes”.

When she was the daughter-in-law of the Hockley family, grandma was always kind to her, just like her own grandmother. She hadn't seen her for seven years. She also wanted to visit the old lady and see if she was well.