"You horrible woman, is this your idea of treating me to a meal?" Evelyn Kendrick immediately demanded.
"Have you considered our financial situation at all?" Hazel Sinclair retorted.
"Fine, fine. Just have him make whatever," Evelyn Kendrick relented. ’These two really are paupers, so it’s normal for them to be broke.’
After hanging up, Leon Sterling glanced at her and said, "She’s a guest. I can just go buy whatever she wants to eat."
"Forget it. It’s too expensive; we’re not buying it for her."
After dinner, Leon Sterling cleared the dishes and went to take a shower.
Seeing the already washed bedsheets, he took them out to hang them up to dry. At the same time, he gathered Hazel Sinclair’s underwear and bra to wash them as well.
After doing all that, Leon Sterling lay on the bed, scrolling through his phone.
Hazel Sinclair was applying a face mask. ’No matter how beautiful the original owner was, it all goes to waste if you don’t take care of your skin.’
She decided she would no longer be lazy and would stick to a morning, afternoon, and evening skincare routine.
Seeing her skincare routine, Leon Sterling remembered the request she’d made yesterday and immediately sent a message to Wyatt Wallace.
[Leon Sterling: Do you know where to buy that Helena stuff?]
The man on the other end wasn’t asleep; the reply was instant.
[Wyatt Wallace: Bro, why are you asking about skincare all of a sudden?]
[Wyatt Wallace: Did you make your wife downgrade her lifestyle that much?]
[Wyatt Wallace: Your wife used to go to high-end beauty salons for treatments. The skincare she used at home cost over a hundred thousand a set.]
Seeing his friend’s messages, Leon’s lips pressed into a thin line, and guilt began to gnaw at him again.
[Leon Sterling: Get back here now. I need to take back my patent.]
[Leon Sterling: And the patent fees. I’m going to buy my wife a car, a house, and beautiful dresses.]
Faced with his friend’s urging, Wyatt Wallace wasn’t flustered in the slightest.
’There are still eight days left. It’s way too early to worry.’
After a few more pleasantries, Leon Sterling found an online store. He clicked the link, then ran over to Hazel Sinclair and said, "Hazel, which of these would work for you?"
Hazel Sinclair took the phone. ’It’s like this man’s bank account infinitely refreshes.’
’Whatever I mention, he always manages to buy it.’
"Leon Sterling, how do you make your money?" Hazel Sinclair couldn’t help her curiosity.
"I write code for people," Leon Sterling replied, looking down to complete the payment. He had also made some money trading stocks.
’Does writing code for people really pay that well? He actually managed to make two hundred thousand.’
’That’s pretty incredible.’
As they lay in bed, Hazel Sinclair set several damn alarms to make sure she could get up early the next day.
She hadn’t had a job in so long. At eight the next morning, Hazel Sinclair was lying in bed, unwilling to open her eyes.
But the man sleeping next to her was already up and about. Hazel Sinclair sat up and sighed internally.
’This whole working-a-job thing is for the birds. I don’t even know how I managed to stick with it before.’
’Waking up at eight every day is absolutely killing me.’
After washing up and getting dressed, she walked into the living room and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast.
There were tea-leaf eggs and pan-fried dumplings, and both were delicious.
Leon Sterling had also squeezed fresh orange juice for her. The sweetened juice tasted wonderfully sweet.
After eating, Hazel Sinclair tidied up, grabbed her bag, and left for work.
When Leon Sterling returned home from grocery shopping, he found that breakfast had been eaten, but she was gone.
In an instant, Leon Sterling’s face darkened.
’She really went to work.’
Hazel Sinclair stepped into the company and told the manager she was there to start her new position.
When the manager saw her, he immediately led her to the livestreaming studio. The moment she stepped inside, Hazel Sinclair saw a familiar face.
Jill Kensington was here, too. ’What a small world,’ she thought. ’To think I’d just breeze through the interview and end up at Jill Kensington’s company.’
The other woman had clearly noticed her too, and the smile on her face instantly vanished.
She walked over, looked Hazel Sinclair up and down, and then demanded, "What are you doing here?"
"Why haven’t you divorced Mr. Sterling yet, you burden?" Jill Kensington said, looking at her with arms crossed.
Jill Kensington had already made it to a supervisor position in the company, with several employees reporting to her.
"Miss Kensington, whether or not Leon Sterling and I get a divorce is our family’s private business. It’s not for an outsider like you to comment on," Hazel Sinclair said, standing her ground with a faint smile.
"I am here because I passed the company’s interview and earned my place here, fair and square."
Hearing this, Jill Kensington’s face filled with disbelief. Being a livestream shopping host was no simple task.
’Indoor streams, outdoor streams, you need a thick skin and a salesman’s pitch... She couldn’t believe a delicate, clueless woman like Hazel Sinclair could handle it.’
"Hah. You’d better actually know how to livestream," Jill Kensington sneered.
Just then, someone from across the room shouted, "Supervisor Kensington, everything is ready."
Hearing this, Jill Kensington shot her a look before turning and walking away. Although Jill Kensington’s behavior was nauseating in some respects...
...when it came to her professional domain, she instantly transformed into a mature, elite professional.
The manager then walked over to Hazel Sinclair and said, "Jill Kensington also started out as a host. She worked incredibly hard back then, streaming for over ten hours a day. She learned everything from posting product links and handling after-sales service to managing the hype crew. Eventually, she stood out from the crowd and became a supervisor."
"For today, just observe how their team runs a livestream. Tomorrow, you’ll join Chloe to sell products. She’ll be the main host, and you’ll be the co-host." After assigning Hazel Sinclair’s tasks for the day, the manager left.
The entire studio was already filled with the clamor of sales pitches. A woman named Chloe, wearing very heavy makeup, held a handbag and energetically explained its features to the camera.
Behind her, the hype crew held up signs and repeatedly shouted key phrases at important moments.
Meanwhile, Jill Kensington sat at a desk to the side, a large computer before her. It was the station for the stream operator.
There were four people in total. Hazel Sinclair sat to the side, watching them work.
During a break, Jill Kensington saw her sitting there looking clueless, walked over, and asked with a cold smirk, "Well? Learned anything?"
Hazel Sinclair looked at her and replied, "A little."
"You think just anyone can be a livestreamer?" Jill Kensington flicked her hair back. "You’d better pay attention. If you mess up the afternoon stream, you can get the hell out."
Looking at her, Hazel Sinclair realized Jill Kensington wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined.
When the break was over, Jill Kensington called her over. "Stand here and watch what I do."
"Hurry up and learn some skills so you don’t drag Mr. Sterling down," Jill Kensington said, pointing to the empty space beside her.
Jill Kensington’s instructions were very detailed, and Hazel Sinclair stood beside her, listening attentively.
"Why don’t you go back to the Sinclair Family? Why do you insist on dragging Mr. Sterling down?" Jill Kensington couldn’t resist asking.
She had wanted to ask that question in her previous life, but Hazel Sinclair was already dead by then, and you can’t exactly ask a dead person something like that.