Chapter 1511 Request

As soon as these words came out of Jacob's mouth, everyone's eyes lit up. They exchanged glances
with one another and saw the affirmation in one another's eyes.

"Jacob, the jewelry business is what our company does best among all businesses. I believe that it will
definitely be easy for us to run this business well."

"Maybe this move can bring the HT Group back to life!"

Everyone looked at Jacob with admiration. They had all been overthinking this, but had not come up
with such a brilliant idea.

Jacob's cold and determined face softened a little. Then, he said in a firm and piercing voice, "That's it.
From today onward, we will journey to conquer the jewelry industry once again and create a new glory."

His voice was so inspiring that it made everyone feel a renewed sense of drive and passion. In an
instant, they had all forgotten that the HT Group was still short of capital.

In the early stage of its establishment, the HT Group had been engaged in the jewelry business, so it
would be a piece of cake for them to concentrate on jewelry again. The news spread quickly.

After the meeting, Jacob went back to his office and saw Emily looking at the design drawings on her
desk. The design drawings had just been submitted by some of the employees this morning. Emily was
very keen on design, so she was studying the drawings quite meticulously. She did not even notice
Jacob come in.

"Your designs are way, way better."

Emily was startled upon hearing Jacob's voice. She looked at him in surprise. Her eyes showed alarm,
but were still bright and charming. She sneered, "Don't patronize me. I heard that the company is going



to venture into the jewelry business again. It seems to be true." At the same time, she pointed at the
design drawings on the desk.

"Yes, it's true. We have to recover the losses we've suffered this time. Reigniting the jewelry business
seems like a good idea." Jacob did not want to talk about business with Emily, so he subtly changed
the subject. "It's almost time for lunch. Have you come to find me and invite me to grab something to
eat?" He gently pinched her nose.

"We don't have to be in a hurry to go to lunch. Besides, I'm here to talk to you about something
serious." Emily ignored Jacob. She went to sit in his comfortable swivel chair and picked the drawings
up, her eyes sparkling with an unusual keenness. "I can draw these designs, too. I'm sure that all the
pieces of jewelry I design will be sold out. You can make a fortune off of them."

Jacob seemed to understand what she meant. He went to stand behind her and gently pressed his
hands on her shoulders. His low voice was as soothing as the sound of a cello. "The only thing you
need to do is to be happy. I'm in charge of making money. I don't need you to worry about it." Although
she had finally recovered from her depression through her own great efforts, he did not want her to
encounter bad things again.

"I don't want to just sit around and look like a fool who does nothing." Emily looked up at him with a
smile. "I want to help you. I can help you. I'm fine now."

Hearing her serious tone, Jacob turned the chair around and faced her. Her dark eyes showed a quiet
determination that he had never seen before. "I'll deal with the company's affairs. What you need to do
is rest and keep a good mood. Don't worry about anything else."

"I've already gotten enough rest." Emily stood up and turned around in front of him. "Look, I'm fine both
physically and mentally." As soon as she finished her words, Emily almost hit the chair and fell down.
Jacob quickly helped her and let her sit in his lap. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "In spite of



that, I still don't need your help. Have you forgotten that? You have to deal with the affairs of the
depression fund. If you come to HT Group to help me, what about the charity fund?"

Emily took a look at the open door of the office. All the staff could see what was happening inside. She
felt her ears burn in embarrassment. "I'm almost finished dealing with all business matters at the
depression fund. I don't need to keep an eye on it anymore."

She then changed the subject and added in a soft voice, "You go to work every day. I'm bored of
staying at home alone, so I came here to find something to do. If I work here, I will see you all day,
every day. How wonderful would that be? What do you think?"

Emily's voice gripped Jacob's heart with such gentle fingers that it turned soft. He suddenly felt ready to
compromise.

When she spoke, her eyes were full of light, enthusiasm, and yearning. She even made a gesture with
her hands that looked so smart and cute at the same time. It was so rare for her to look like this that
Jacob was slightly stunned.

"If you don't say anything, I'll just assume that you've agreed. I'll come to work here starting tomorrow."
Afraid that he might actually say no to her, Emily held Jacob's hand and squeezed it. "I think we've just
made a deal," she said with a smile.

"Well, there's nothing I can say about it now, is there?" Jacob replied. Jacob knew in his heart that
Emily really wanted to help him. He had no choice but to flick her forehead dotingly.

Emily came to work the following day. The employees of Love and Dream were stunned to see Emily
because they had thought that she could not come back to work just yet. They had never expected to
see her again so soon. Although they were surprised, they were still as cordial to Emily as before.

"Emily, it's really you. You really have come to work with us. I can't believe it."



"Of course. I mean, why else would I come here? I can't exactly go shopping here." Emily had returned
to her favorite job. She was in such a good mood in the morning that she ate three eggs for breakfast.

"Wow, you've really come back to work. That's great. Good for you. We've all been waiting for you."

"Emily, we will do whatever you tell us to do. I promise we will listen to you."

The employees were excited. Although they were joking around, they respected Emily as much as
before, which, once again, gave Emily the confidence to regain glory for the company and for herself.

"Thank you, everyone. It's really good to be back. We have a long journey ahead, and we will be
spending a lot of time working together. Why don't you tell me what's been happening in the company
lately and give me the current design drawings?" Emily's voice was loud and energetic, like that of a
prominent figure who was back in the game.

"Yes! Of course, Emily!"

Someone answered loudly, making everyone laugh.

Emily was more enthusiastic about her work than before. It was an amazing thing to go back to her
favorite job and do what she liked. She had a quick look at the company's recent design styles and
then picked up a pen to draw some drafts on paper. She was excited and full of inspiration.

While Emily returned to work full of high spirits, on the other side, Estelle felt very lucky to have a man
who loved her so much.

"Be careful. Don't cut your hand. Just let me do it."

At Estelle's home, Ethan was cooking dinner for her in the kitchen. Estelle wanted to help, so she went
over and began chopping some vegetables. When she heard his words, she frowned with



dissatisfaction. "It's just a carrot. I'm sure I can chop it." As soon as the knife sliced through the carrot,
however, Estelle gasped.

"What's wrong? What happened? Let me look." Ethan put down everything he was holding and quickly
grabbed Estelle's hand. Seeing that her finger had been cut by the blade and was bleeding, he frowned
with pity and nervously took her to the sink to put her hand under running water. "If you had just
watched TV while eating some snacks and let me cook for you in peace, this wouldn't have happened.
Look what you did," Ethan said. Then, he mumbled, "Now I feel so much pain."

"It was my finger that was cut, not yours. Why do you feel the pain?" Estelle shook her hand carelessly.
The wound was so small that it would be gone after it was flushed.

Ethan turned around to look for the first aid kit. Before leaving, he turned his head toward Estelle and
murmured, "When you get hurt, I get hurt, too." He found a band aid to cover her wound and dragged
her to the sofa in front of the TV. He found a variety channel and said, "Watch the variety show. Don't
move. Tell me what you want to eat."

dissatisfaction. "It's just a carrot. I'm sure | can chop it." As soon as the knife sliced through the carrot,
however, Estelle gasped.

"What's wrong? What happened? Let me look." Ethan put down everything he was holding and quickly
grabbed Estelle's hand. Seeing that her finger had been cut by the blade and was bleeding, he frowned
with pity and nervously took her to the sink to put her hand under running water. "If you had just
watched TV while eating some snacks and let me cook for you in peace, this wouldn't have happened.
Look what you did," Ethan said. Then, he mumbled, "Now | feel so much pain."

"It was my finger that was cut, not yours. Why do you feel the pain?" Estelle shook her hand carelessly.
The wound was so small that it would be gone after it was flushed.

Ethan turned around to look for the first aid kit. Before leaving, he turned his head toward Estelle and
murmured, "When you get hurt, | get hurt, too." He found a band aid to cover her wound and dragged
her to the sofa in front of the TV. He found a variety channel and said, "Watch the variety show. Don't
move. Tell me what you want to eat."



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