Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Not in the Same World

Another night of overtime.

Scarlet massaged her sore shoulders, silently calculating that this were already countless nights of overtime since her promotion and salary increase.

Sometimes Luca would even assign tasks to her that weren't originally hers. If Scarlet showed the slightest reluctance, he would immediately threaten her with reporting to Mr. Jones.

To keep this hard-earned high-paying job, Scarlet endured.

Holding the completed proposal, Scarlet knocked on the door of the president's office, but there was no response inside, indicating that Mr. Jones had already left.

Scarlet had no choice but to pack up and planned to hand it over to Spencer first thing in the morning when she comes to work.

As she approached the elevator, she looked up and saw someone who should not be there.

"Mr. Jones?" Shouldn't Spencer be taking the exclusive president's elevator?

Spencer responded expressionlessly, still carrying that aloof demeanor that was always seen in public. His handsome face seemed unapproachable, the face that often appeared in major financial newspapers, possessing a charm comparable to a popular star.

Scarlet was enjoying herself when Spencer's cold and watery gaze swept over, which scared her into immediately averting her eyes, and looked down.

"Just finished work?" Spencer took the initiative to ask.

His voice was very pleasant, deep and magnetic, like the most mellow string of a cello being played.

Scarlet nodded, thinking about the reason for working overtime tonight, she rummaged through her bag and handed the proposal to Spencer.

Spencer furrowed his brows slightly, his meaningful gaze falling on her, "Is this something you wanted to write yourself?"

Scarlet shook her head vigorously, then thought about it and nodded, her conflicted expression on her face being noticed by Spencer, who understood something and ultimately did not trouble her.

Newcomers to the workplace, mediocre and aloof, who didn't know how to please their superiors, were the easiest to be manipulated and bullied.

"In the future, you can refuse tasks that are not within your scope of work." After a long time, Spencer suddenly said this.

Before Scarlet could react, there was a sudden loud noise in the elevator, startling her into instinctively grabbing onto something next to her. When she realized it was Spencer's arm, she withdrew her hand with an unpleasant look on her face, "S-sorry, Mr. Jones, I didn't mean to."

Her face turned pale with fear.

Spencer's voice tightened as he pursed his lips, about to speak, when the elevator suddenly plummeted at a near weightless speed-

The woman in front of him let out a sharp scream and dove straight into his arms.

Spencer: "..."

The woman in his arms was unexpectedly soft and fragrant.

Spencer thought he must be crazy, so he quickly reacted with a cold face, pressing the emergency brake button. Fortunately, the elevator finally stopped on the sixth floor. The security department's voice came through the intercom, instructing them to wait quietly for rescue, which arrived quickly.

The surroundings fell silent.

Scarlet felt a chill on her back, hesitated to let go, and continued to hold on.

At that moment, Spencer's voice sounded ominously, "Had enough of hugging?"

Scarlet swiftly withdrew her hand, awkwardly wiping the sweat from her palm on her skirt. "Enough, enough, sorry Mr. Jones, I overstepped."

Spencer gazed at her coldly, withholding any words.

Under the bright yellow light of the elevator, the woman concealed behind thick black-framed glasses had sparkling eyes, like a playful deer, making her less conspicuous.

Rescuers arrived quickly, and by the time the elevator was fixed, it was already midnight.

At this time, a woman alone might feel somewhat unsafe.

Just as Scarlet was hesitating whether to take a taxi or wait for the last bus, a black Maybach stopped in front of her. The window rolled down to reveal Spencer's handsome face.

"Get in."

Even if Scarlet was given a hundred times more courage, she wouldn't dare to get in Spencer's car. His eyes in the elevator just now seemed to want to devour her, so disdainful.

Scarlet shook her head vigorously. "Thank you, Mr. Jones. My friend is coming to pick me up. I won't talk about tonight's events to anyone, you can rest assured, I'll keep it a secret!"

Spencer glanced at her expressionlessly, and the car sped away.

So heartless.

Scarlet pouted and made a face at the back of the car.

The driver glanced at the woman's mischievous expression in the rearview mirror, then looked at Spencer's eyes squinting slightly. "I thought Mr. Jones would be driving with Secretary Lawrence."

The previous secretary before Scarlet was fired for playing tricks.

Scarlet's actions tonight have crossed some boundaries, who knows if she did it on purpose?

But Spencer remained expressionless as if he didn't care.

The driver didn't say much, just kindly reminded, "By the way, Mr. Jones, today is the day to pick up Miss Lawrence. Are you going there now?"

Spencer froze for two seconds before realizing who Miss Lawrence mentioned by the driver was, and pressed his temples. "You go pick her up and take her directly to Jones Manor."

The driver nodded.

On the other side, when Scarlet returned home, it was almost dawn.

As she got out of the taxi, she happened to see her cousin Kira getting into a Maybach with a somewhat familiar license plate number.

She stood there for a moment, trying to recall where she had seen that car before.