Stella Brown’s family has good connections and can solve many problems in H city.

Although Sylvia is an old secretary, Stella Brown is sweet-mouthed and has helped Sylvia’s family a lot by using her family connections in private.

As they say, one doesn’t hit a smiling face, not to mention taking someone’s hand makes one’s mouth soft, Sylvia is often helped by Stella Brown, which makes her want to teach her more.

However, she tells Stella Brown these as rare valuable experiences, but little does she know, Stella Brown is smiling on the surface but is very ungrateful inside.

"I know, Sylvia, you’re right."

Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes, Stella Brown looked at Molly Wellington who had already walked to the front of the villa with a calm face and said: "But Sylvia, don’t be fooled by Molly Wellington’s calm demeanor now, who knows if she behaved more exaggeratedly than us when she came yesterday?

This is the first time for us to come here, but as for her... she came here early yesterday. She must have already been shocked and surprised."

Sylvia thought about it and realized this might be true.

In this way, she might have been expecting too much from Stella Brown.

However, being cautious is never wrong. Sylvia wanted to remind Stella Brown a few more things, but the villa door opened from the inside at that moment.

"Secretary Wellington, you are here... welcome, welcome, please come in."

Abraham Redington’s personal assistant, Ray McKinley, was someone Stella Brown had seen personally the day before yesterday.

Seeing him appear, Stella Brown couldn’t help but feel excited inside.

This was indeed a perfect opportunity.

Working in Redington Young Master’s villa, spending every day with him, sharing a room.

Maybe, feelings could develop over time.

As Stella Brown followed the group inside the villa, eagerly exploring the first floor, she heard some ’bad news’.

"Although Redington Young Master has other business to attend to and cannot be present in person, he is still very concerned about this cooperation. In the coming days, I hope both sides’ staff can cooperate happily. The small conference room and multimedia room on the first floor can be used freely."

Abraham Redington is actually not in the villa, and Stella Brown’s enthusiasm was instantly dampened considerably.

Ray McKinley: "Besides, considering the villa is quite far from downtown, there are enough guest rooms on the first floor for everyone to rest. So then, I’ll show everyone to the guest rooms, and you can pair up."

Fortunately, Ray McKinley’s words soothed Stella Brown’s disappointment a little.

Being able to sleep in Abraham Redington’s villa was good for her.

Besides, negotiating the cooperation case takes a while.

Who knows, maybe while staying here, Redington Young Master might come back.

Soon, the guest rooms were allocated.

On the Loyalty Group side, several male colleagues shared a room in pairs, while female colleagues Sylvia and Stella Brown shared one room.

As the team leader, Molly Wellington naturally had a room to herself.

Moreover, her room was on one side with an extra ensuite bathroom compared to the other rooms.

"How can it be like this... our room doesn’t have a bathroom, we have to go to the corner’s public restrooms for showers and to use the bathroom. Secretary Wellington, on the other hand, gets a single room with a bathroom."

After the room assignments, they didn’t start working immediately but were instead given time to put their luggage in their rooms.

At this time, Stella Brown was displeased, lying on her bed, complaining to her roommate Sylvia.

Sylvia was packing, smiling: "Secretary Wellington is the team leader, naturally she should enjoy better treatment. Stella, this room isn’t bad, the bed is much softer than the one at my home, it’s already very good."

Stella Brown unhappily curled her lips, inwardly cursing Sylvia for having low standards.

For someone like Sylvia, an ordinary white-collar worker, this bed would indeed feel good.

But she, Stella Brown, after all, is a rich young lady, this kind of bed is no different from the one at her house. Only someone like Sylvia, who’s never seen the world, would think it’s particularly good.

"But I’m just standing up for you, Sylvia..." Stella Brown deliberately said discontentedly.

"No matter what, Molly Wellington is just a nominal intern Secretary, she isn’t even a formal employee. Sylvia, you, however, were transferred from Headquarters, you’ve been at Royal Palace for so many years, why can Molly Wellington jump over you, and get priority in everything."

Sylvia didn’t think much of it initially, but hearing Stella Brown’s words, she felt a faint sense of discontent.

[Beyond 1200 words: Update complete, see you tomorrow night~]