Hazel Sinclair pulled her foot back, sat up straight, and picked up the ice cream bar from the coffee table.
Then she shoved the bag into his hands and said, "It’s melting. Put it in the freezer."
Seeing her avoid the question, Leon Sterling pressed his lips together, stood up, and took the bag of ice cream to the kitchen to put in the freezer.
After washing his hands and walking back out, he fixed her with his deep gaze and continued to press, "Do I know these people?"
Hazel Sinclair was nibbling on her ice cream bar. Hearing his question, she finally let out a soft sigh, looked at him, and said, "You do."
"Who? Men or women?" Leon Sterling asked quickly.
"Both," Hazel Sinclair replied before taking another bite of her ice cream. It was refreshingly cool and delicious.
"What about the person who drove you home?" Leon Sterling didn’t stop his questioning.
Hazel Sinclair was getting impatient with his interrogation. She looked at him, her tone sharp. "Evelyn Kendrick. A woman."
"What on earth goes through your head all day?"
"You know all of Evelyn Kendrick’s friends."
Leon Sterling breathed an inward sigh of relief. ’At least she’s not hanging out with a bad crowd.’
After finishing her ice cream, Hazel Sinclair got up, went into the bedroom, and took off her evening gown.
After taking it off, she draped it over a nearby chair and shouted to Leon Sterling, "Leon Sterling, find a garment bag and store this dress for me properly."
"This gown is pretty expensive. We can’t let anything happen to it."
Leon Sterling walked in, glanced at the gown draped over the chair, and replied, "Got it."
With his confirmation, Hazel Sinclair grabbed her new pajamas and headed for the bathroom.
She removed her makeup, washed her hair, and took a shower. By the time she was done with everything, it was already 1:30 a.m.
She walked into the room carrying the case with the pink diamond. Leon Sterling was sitting at the desk, his hands typing on the keyboard.
She walked over for a look. It was a huge jumble of English letters, completely indecipherable.
’Oh, right,’ she remembered. ’Before his startup took off, this man was a programmer.’
At that thought, her gaze fell on Leon Sterling’s thick head of hair.
She felt a little worried. ’Programmers have to pull all-nighters to code. Will all that thick hair of his fall out one day?’
Hazel Sinclair sat down in a nearby chair and reached for the skincare products on the side.
Remembering what the makeup artist had said earlier that day, Hazel Sinclair glanced down at the product in her hand.
It was a brand she’d never seen before, and it felt sticky and unpleasant on her face. It really wasn’t very good.
"Leon Sterling, get me a new set of skincare products," Hazel Sinclair said, closing the lid and looking at him.
"These are no good. My face feels all dry."
Leon Sterling, who was in the middle of coding, paused his typing at her words. He turned to look at her and asked, "What kind of skincare do you want?"
"Helena."
’This was the most expensive brand she could think of at the moment, one she’d only seen online.’
’A single bottle of face cream costs several thousand!’
"Okay," Leon Sterling agreed, a flicker of joy in his heart.
’She’s still willing to let me spend money on her. This must mean Hazel definitely won’t divorce me.’
"You’re not even going to ask how much it costs?" Hazel Sinclair asked, surprised he had agreed so quickly.
"No matter the cost, if you want it, I’ll buy it for you," Leon Sterling said, looking at her earnestly.
"Oh." Hazel Sinclair fanned her face gently with her hands, then casually dropped, "Tonight, Evelyn Kendrick spent five million on a diamond for me."
"Five million. At the rate you’re earning money now, I don’t think you can pay that back."
Leon Sterling, who had been about to resume coding, whipped his head around to look at her.
Hazel Sinclair said nothing. She simply bent down, picked up the silver box at her feet, opened it, took out the velvet box inside, and used a small key to unlock it.
Just like that, the pink diamond was revealed before them.
Hazel Sinclair carefully picked up the pink diamond, slipped it onto her ring finger, and asked with a smile, "What do you think? Does it suit me?"
Looking at the diamond ring on her hand, Leon Sterling nodded. "It suits you perfectly. Good taste."
"Well, it did cost five million," Hazel Sinclair said as she carefully removed it and placed it back in the velvet box.
"Don’t forget to pay her back." Hazel put the box back into the silver case, then stood up and looked around, but couldn’t find a safe place for her treasure.
"Leon Sterling, I need a safe, too," Hazel Sinclair said, poking his shoulder with a grin. "One with the highest security rating."
"Okay, I’ll buy one for you tomorrow," Leon Sterling nodded in agreement.
As for the five million, he’d have to figure something out.
’He couldn’t make that much money right now.’
After all that, Hazel Sinclair lay down in bed, pulled the covers over herself, and went to sleep. ’Having air conditioning is the best. It’s not even hot under the comforter.’
She woke up naturally the next day. After washing up and eating the breakfast Leon Sterling had left her, she found a suitable outfit, put on some light makeup, and headed out.
To avoid getting a tan and to cover the bandage on her arm, Hazel Sinclair put on a white sun-protective shirt and rode a shared bike toward the company she was interviewing with.
By the time she arrived, Hazel was so hot that beads of sweat dotted her forehead, nearly melting her makeup.
She went inside, checked in with the receptionist, and began filling out an application form. Soon, a manager led her to an office to begin the interview. Hazel Sinclair was interviewing for the position of a live streamer.
It was a fast way to make money, there were commissions, and selling products was what she did best.
Seeing on her resume that she had studied music at a top university abroad but was now applying for a live streaming job, the interviewer asked, "Your resume says you studied music. What made you decide to get into the live streaming industry?"
This was a difficult question for Hazel Sinclair to answer. She couldn’t very well say that she couldn’t play an instrument at all, but was an expert at live-stream selling.
Hazel Sinclair put on a faint smile and fabricated an answer. "I injured my hands a while back. Even though they’ve healed, I can’t get back to how I used to be."
"As for why I chose to interview for a live streamer position, it’s because I have some experience in this field."
Hearing she had experience, the manager had her do a live demonstration on the spot.
Hazel Sinclair stood in the live streaming studio, looked at the familiar equipment, picked up a product, and began her pitch.
She didn’t even need to look at any notes. When it came to selling handbags, she was an expert.
After a brief introduction of the handbag, Hazel Sinclair looked at the manager with a smile and asked, "What do you think?"
The manager nodded, then said, "Good."
After they confirmed her work schedule, Hazel Sinclair left the company.
Standing downstairs from the office building, Hazel Sinclair was thrilled. ’I got the job!’
’And I even managed to snag the morning shift!’
Overjoyed, Hazel Sinclair bought herself a milk tea and then ran to a bakery and a fruit stand to get some treats to take home.
Leon Sterling, who had just returned from his stall, was in the kitchen washing pots and pans. He stood at the sink, wearing yellow rubber gloves, diligently scrubbing a pot with a sponge.
The moment she saw him, Hazel Sinclair immediately shared her good news: "Leon Sterling, my interview was a success today!"