It was night.
Ada Wong, having changed into her pajamas, sat inside the Villa gifted by Matthew Lawrence, a complex glimmer flashing in her eyes.
Her gaze landed on the brand-new Villa key on the bar counter.
The words Matthew Lawrence said when he handed over the key echoed clearly in her ears again, involuntarily.
“Since you are my assistant, you cannot be without a comfortable living environment. Take this key; the location of the Villa is on it. You can go find it yourself, and I will have someone transfer the deed of this Villa to your name.”
“As for a car… do you like sports cars or SUVs? A Bugatti or a Bentley? Or should I give you two million to go buy one yourself?”
“Oh—right, remember to be on time for work after you get the car.”
Ada Wong leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the luxurious crystal chandelier hanging above.
A look of deep helplessness and trance appeared on her uniquely charming face.
Wait, is your company’s compensation package really this good?
Then what was all that fighting for my life out there for all these years?
Just because I’m good at fighting?
At this moment, she truly grasped the value of the saying, “Only after going outside did I realize it wasn’t raining at all.”
At the same time, a strong sense of unreality enveloped her.
After washing up, she lay on that excessively soft big bed.
Years of drifting and fleeing had long made her accustomed to having no fixed abode, but the tangible sense of belonging beneath her, combined with the pure appreciation revealed in Matthew Lawrence’s words, allowed a strange thought to quietly sprout.
It seems…
working for a boss like this isn’t bad?
He doesn’t ask about her background, the salary is generous, he gifts houses and cars, and there are no disgusting unspoken rules…
Even, listening to the subtext, if she encounters trouble, the company will become her backing.
Recalling the rumors heard within the company about Matthew Lawrence being “unreasonably” good.
—Treating subordinates well, showing respect to the talented, department salaries being 40% higher than headquarters, even the cleaning ladies praise the boss endlessly…
This made Ada Wong’s trance even deeper.
Does such a person really exist in reality?
If it were in the past, Ada Wong might not have understood why so many people in history books were willing to follow Liu Bang to conquer the world, but seeing this now, she finally understood.
If such a boss really existed in reality, she would also be willing to follow him to conquer the world and carve out a future.
After all, everyone else would say her identity is a spy, an Agent, or a killer; only he says she is a talent.
And a rare talent at that.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The screen displayed: [Unknown Source].
“…”
After a brief silence, Ada Wong reached out and picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” Wesker’s cold voice came from the other end of the receiver, devoid of any emotion, as if he were just checking the status of a tool.
“How is the mission progressing? Any progress?”
Hearing this, Ada Wong was silent for a moment.
Her gaze swept over the luxurious interior decor and glanced through the window at the sleek sports car in the courtyard.
Progress…
Does having money count?
Although she thought this in her heart, Ada Wong ultimately just spat out a few words into the receiver: “There is no progress yet.”
“No progress at all… You disappoint me.” Wesker’s tone sank abruptly, his dissatisfaction almost piercing through the screen.
“The other party is just a newly appointed head of the Security Department who took office not long ago. He has no roots in the company and has not even undergone any training. And you have been his assistant for a full seven days, yet there isn’t even a trace of progress. This makes me highly doubt your professionalism.”
“Your incompetence has made the organization very angry.”
“If the mission is still stagnant the next time I ask…” There was a hint of threat in Wesker’s words, “I think the Federal Bureau of Investigation would be very happy to receive a detailed file about you.”
Before the words fell, the call was cut off cleanly.
No asking for reasons, no time given for explanations, not even a hint of hesitation.
In his view, without results, all explanations are nonsense.
Listening to the dial tone, Ada Wong curled her lip and tossed the phone back onto the nightstand.
Her sleep quality had always been very good.
Years of drifting had long made her accustomed to falling asleep quickly in unfamiliar environments…
but for some reason, she was uncharacteristically suffering from insomnia today.
Every time she closed her eyes, the stark difference between the treatment at the two companies flashed through Ada Wong’s mind, like heaven and earth.
It truly is that without comparison, there is no harm!
On one side, the leadership has no human touch; on the other, not only is the human touch maxed out, but there are no empty promises, and every action involves real money…
Even a fool knows which side to choose.
But even so, Ada Wong still thought about it all night.
The next day, Ada Wong sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself with obvious dark circles under her eyes, and helplessly used a bit more concealer to cover them up.
Arriving at the company, Ada Wong habitually brewed a cup of hot coffee for Matthew Lawrence using Evian mineral water.
Matthew Lawrence took the porcelain cup, took a sip, and then smiled and said, “Actually, when I said to brew coffee with Evian, I was just teasing you.” Find the original chapter at g.com.
He put down the cup: “Besides, I don’t really like drinking coffee… it’s bitter, like Chinese medicine.”
Although Eleanor always said how precious the coffee beans here were, she really couldn’t tell the difference in quality.
Even though he was now quite wealthy, his highest appreciation for beverages was probably limited to distinguishing whether iced lemonade had 70% sugar or full sugar.
That day, Matthew Lawrence handed over a portion of the work that originally belonged to Eleanor to Ada Wong.
This was her first time coming into contact with core task scheduling and departmental accounts since she joined the company.
After a rough calculation, Ada Wong discovered that, based solely on the accounts, the department’s expenses seemed to be far higher than its income…
She picked up the tablet, walked to Matthew Lawrence’s desk, and raised her doubts: “Mr. Lawrence, according to my preliminary calculations, if we maintain such high salaries and high benefits, the department’s finances might soon hit rock bottom.”
Matthew Lawrence heard this but just smiled easily and comforted her: “Don’t worry. I applied for an additional budget at the last general meeting. Besides the funds on the books, headquarters has a special subsidy of 200 million U.S. dollars.”
“In short, our department won’t be going hungry for the time being.”
After speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to Ada Wong: “Ada, after work today, accompany me to a place.”
“There is a project that needs your help to supervise.”
“Mm.” Ada Wong, buried in her work, simply responded and then threw herself back into work.
The sky gradually darkened.
Until the work at hand came to a pause, the two of them took a car together and drove towards the edge of the city.
The car finally stopped in front of a slightly old building.
The inside of the building was brightly lit, and the roar of construction could be heard.
The sounds of excavators, pile drivers, and the shouting of workers were mixed together, so noisy that one couldn’t help but want to cover their ears.
Ada Wong frowned slightly, raised her hand to plug her ears with her fingers, and looked at Matthew Lawrence in confusion: “The project you mentioned, is this it?”
Matthew Lawrence nodded: “That’s right.”
“Emmm…
fine, assistants always have to accept all kinds of unreasonable demands from their boss~~” Ada Wong teased: “Even though the company clearly has a department specifically responsible for this kind of project.
However, what do you plan to build here?”
She turned her head, guessing what kind of unspeakable department Matthew Lawrence was going to establish here: “Is it a research institute? A weapons R&D department? Or…”
But before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Matthew Lawrence’s calm answer.
“It’s an Orphanage.”
“…”
Ada Wong: Damn it!
I really deserve to die!