Chapter 367 Dylan&##x27;s Job

Celia sat there stunned for a few seconds, and then continued, "It's okay to wait for one or two years,
but what if I have to wait indefinitely? What if he fails to convince his parents? Then all that waiting
would be for nothing in the end, right?"

As soon as Celia finished speaking, Rachel heard her stomach growl, so she handed her another piece
of bread. "You already know the answer in your heart, don't you? You think that you can wait for one or
two years, so just wait. As for the rest, talk it out after a year or two."

Celia continued to whine, "But what if I wait for him, but then he won't want me anymore after two
years? Rachel, I've been cheated on once, and I can't let that happen again. I'm really scared."

Rachel was hunched over while turning on the computer, but upon hearing this, she paused the task
and straightened up, looking at Celia. She remembered what happened to the other woman when she
came to the hospital for registration, and her heart sank. After a while, she said encouragingly, "Then
make yourself a stronger and better woman while waiting for him. As women, we have to rely on
ourselves, right? When you are the best version of yourself, men will come to you automatically."

Celia clenched her fists and raised her hands in reaction to Rachel's words, shouting vigorously, "Okay,
Rachel, I will try my best!" Once she had finished speaking, a large yawn escaped her, and her
shoulders slightly drooped. She waved her hand and said, "I'm too sleepy. I'm going to home to get
some sleep."

There were always a lot of guests in the MK Group. Some visitors came to discuss business, while
others came to visit Jack. Most of these visitors were turned away at the president's office door.

As the end of the work day approached, everyone became anxious, including Jack, who was as antsy
as a teenager. He was packing up and getting ready to leave when the door opened and Marcus strode
in.



He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down with his legs crossed. "I figured that you would stay until
late night at the office, so I specially chose this time to visit you. I didn't expect that I would make a
mistake."

"Come early next time," Jack replied impatiently,

but he prepared a cup of white tea and set it out in front of the latecomer.

The air was filled with the unique fragrance of white tea. Marcus took a sip and said in a joking voice,
"In the past, there was nothing but coffee in your office."

Jack smiled, "Rachel brought it. She said that I should drink less coffee because of my stomach
issues."

Marcus said nothing, and his only response was a bitter smile.

Loss flashed across his eyes and disappeared, but Jack caught it. He leaned back slightly and asked in
a low tone, "You haven't shown up for quite some time. What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong, Jack." Marcus stared blankly at a certain point on the wall. After a moment, he
turned to look at Jack. "I came here today to ask for your help."

Jack frowned. "What's the matter?

There is no need for politeness between us." They tended to tell each other everything frankly, most of
the time. Never before had Marcus asked for his help in such a polite manner. Jack found it unnerving.

Marcus said, "Can you help arrange for a person to work in your company? It has to be a high
position."

"Tell me about the person."



Jack felt even more disturbed. Marcus had a foreign trade company. Although it was not as big as MK
Group, it was ranked among the top 50 companies in the country and even higher in Ninwell City.

As a CEO, it would be more convenient for him to arrange for a person to join his own company than
any other.

"That man is Celia's father." Marcus sighed. "He is currently out of work and staying at home. I was
going to let him work in my company, but I don't want my parents to be talking about him behind his
back."

He glanced at Jack's stunned countenance and continued, "I want to be with Celia, but my parents
would never agree to us being together based on her family's current circumstances. So..."

Jack patted his arm before Marcus could finish his words. "Okay, I'll arrange it and ask him to report to
Austin on Monday."

Jack really didn't like Celia's father, a man who once used Mendes to get close to the Fu family.

However, with the happiness of his friend now at stake, he had to help anyway.

Jack didn't want to talk to him in person, so he assigned the task to Austin.

On the following Monday, a man stood at the door of the secretary's office. He adjusted his tie from
time to time and looked around.

Austin approached him and reached out his hand. "Hello, you must be Dylan Xu, right? Did you bring
your resume?"

As soon as Austin had finished speaking, Dylan handed over his resume. Except for the basic
information, the remaining entries on paper were very simple. However, even with such simple items,
Austin saw seven to eight typographical errors.



Even so, Austin had to restrain his disgust. With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Austin asked
Dylan to sit down in his office and then introduced his future post to him.

Evidently, Dylan was not satisfied with the post given to him, which was the director of the
administrative department of one of their branches.

When Austin reported the situation to Jack, he imitated Dylan's' expression and tone. "I have traveled
all over South America. Isn't the administrative office too humble for me?

Mr. Lin, isn't it better for me to work in the marketing department or manage the branch? Don't worry. I
will try my best!"

Jack chuckled and looked up at him. "What did you tell him?"

With his mouth twitching, Austin pointed at the ceiling and said helplessly, "This was arranged by my
superiors, so I can't make a decision."

With a bitter smile on his face, he added in a plaintive voice, "Mr. Fu, can you not let me do this
anymore? Please torture me with something else."

"Don't worry. It won't happen again."

In the hospital, Rachel just received a call from Celia, who told her that Dylan went to work in the MK
Group. After thinking for a while, she made the tenuous connection and texted back. "Don't think too
much. There must be a reason why your father went to work in Jack's company. It's okay."

She thought about the situation some more, and then she asked Jack about it when he went to pick her
up after work. It was just as she had guessed, after all.

She sighed, "I'm afraid things will get more troublesome from now on."



"What do you mean?" Jack asked in confusion, not knowing what she meant, but Rachel shook her
head and said nothing further.

The living room of the Xu family was brightly lit, perfectly mirroring the family's joy at that moment. The
family had never been so excited since Dylan lost his job. But then, no one was more excited than his
wife, Bertha Zheng.

At this time, she rubbed her hands, and the excitement on her face was hard to suppress. "Now that
you have a job, you don't have to rely on me to support the family alone."

Dylan lit up a cigarette and said, "I'm not satisfied with the position that they gave me. Anyway, forget it.
I'll work there a month to see what's going on."

Dissatisfaction was evident in his tone.

Bertha Zheng choked on the smoke and coughed several times. She glared at the gray puffs in disgust
and said, "Stop complaining. It's better to have a job than stay a bum. By the way, do you know how
much you'll be earning each month?"

When asked about his salary, Dylan gloatingly raised up his fingers and said, "15,000 dollars per
month."

"Oh my God!"

Bertha Zheng exclaimed and covered her mouth with her hands. "What kind of luck do you have?"

No matter how profitable her children's clothing shop was, she was hard-pressed to make even 5,000
or 6,000 dollars every month. A few days ago, another brand of children's clothes opened up their store
beside her shop, which took away a lot of her business.



She stood up excitedly and paced back and forth several times. Suddenly, she stopped and asked with
her eyes narrowed, "Who on earth arranged this job for you? How did you end up with such a good
position in that company all of a sudden?"

That Austin person made that phone call asking him to report to the MK Group.

As for the details, Dylan didn't even think to ask because all thoughts flew from his head as soon as he
heard the words "MK Group." Who could blame him?

He shook his head in confusion, but the puzzled expression on his face disappeared in an instant. He
waved his hand and said indifferently, "That doesn't matter at this point, as long as I got into that
company."

Bertha Zheng didn't answer, but she had her own ideas.

On the next day, daylight broke through the curtain of night to illuminate the two people lying entwined
and asleep in the bed. Jack rested his chin on Rachel's head, and his hand was gently resting on her
waist. The beautiful scene was suddenly interrupted by ringing.

Shaking Jack's shoulders with her eyes closed, Rachel whispered, "Jack, your phone is so noisy."

He frowned and let go of her. Looking at the number, he suddenly stood up and went to the balcony.

Rachel felt like falling back to sleep, but then she felt a warm breath falling on her ear. She frowned and
mumbled, "Who called you?"

Jack said in a low voice, "Rachel, something happened to a real estate project in America. I have to go
there immediately. I need to head to the airport now."

Rachel rubbed at her sleepy eyes and said, "Then I'll help you pack up."



She was about to get out of bed, but Jack pressed on her shoulders so that she was lying down again.
With a warm smile down at her, he said, "Lie down. I just need to pack up a few things."

She closed her eyes and accepted the kiss on his forehead with a bittersweet smile.

She had grown used to having breakfast with him. She sighed while looking at the plate of steamed
buns she had brought from the dining table, her appetite gone.

She simply packed them into a food container and brought them to the hospital.

If her memory served her right, Celia worked during the day. Maybe she could have breakfast with her.

In the nurse station, people were hustling around early in the morning, splitting medicine and taking
blood pressure. It was not easy for Rachel to find Celia, who was sitting quietly in the pharmacy. She
patted her on the shoulder from behind and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

Celia turned around and glanced at her. She opened her mouth to speak, but then finally lowered her
head in silence and continued what she was doing.

Suddenly, the indifference in her eyes morphed into hatred.


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