Boyfriend's assistant pushed me out the elevator—I broke up.

After a long negotiation, my family finally agreed to invest in my boyfriend's company. I prepared a love lunch box and told him the news and the true situation of my family.

To give him a surprise, I went directly to his company.

After getting on the elevator, a person rushed in just as the door was about to close.

This man said to me arrogantly:

"I want to take the elevator, please get off quickly!"

Before I could react, she took advantage of my inattention and pushed me down.

After stabilizing myself, I glared at her:

"You're going too far. I was the first one to get on the elevator."

"What's wrong with you getting on the elevator first? This is the Kensington Group, don't you know? I, Isabella Dubois, always come first!"

I wanted to go forward to argue, but the people around me persuaded me to stop:

"Forget it. She's the assistant to the general manager. No one in the company dares to offend her. Just be patient and take the next elevator."

Oh, this is too arrogant.

I called Alexander Kensington directly:

"I heard that your company is centered around Isabella?"

I know Isabella because of Alexander. During that time, he complained to me every day that the HR department hired a girl who knew nothing.

Sure enough, seeing it in person makes the impact even stronger.

"Sophia Rockefeller, I'm in a meeting. I'll talk to you later."

Alexander's tone was a little impatient and he hung up the phone before I could finish.

Thinking that he had been worried about investment recently, I touched the rice in the thermos box and found it was still hot.

It's steak that he likes to eat.

I went upstairs to the company's front desk, but was stopped again.

Isabella frowned and looked at me with disgust:

"Our company doesn't allow takeout, so just leave it there."

Who uses such an exquisite thermal insulation box for takeout?

I took a deep breath, told myself to be well behaved and not argue with the idiot, and said as calmly as possible:

"I'm looking for Alexander."

Isabella came over and looked me up and down, then waved her hand casually:

"Go back, Mr. Kensington doesn't have time today."

"Tell the security downstairs next time not to let anyone in. It makes the whole company smell like smoke."

The receptionist looked at me awkwardly and responded in a low voice.

I had no intention of embarrassing the front desk clerk, so I picked up my phone and called Alexander again.

The phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

When I looked up, Isabella came over with Alexander's phone, with an impatient and slightly smug look on her face:

"You are so shameless, aren't you? Don't you understand why I told you to leave? I told you that Mr. Kensington doesn't have time!"

I couldn't hold back my anger any longer, and said with a gloomy face:

"Give the phone to Alexander!"

"Huh? Are you trying to scare me?" Isabella tilted her head and looked at me, laughing exaggeratedly. "It seems like you don't know who I am?"

Several people next to me whispered to me:

"You'd better leave quickly. Assistant Dubois is the general manager's right-hand man and is highly valued by the general manager."

"It's because Assistant Dubois likes Hello Kitty that our entire company is filled with Hello Kitty elements, and even the cleaning ladies' uniforms are all Hello Kitty."

"Yes, Assistant Dubois has a strong background. I heard that he has a close relationship with the Rockefeller Family in Metropolis City."

"The last person who offended Dubois' assistant still can't find a job and has to go back home."

……

Metropolis CityRockefeller Family? Isn't that my family?

I have loved design since I was a child. My parents and brother all respected me. After graduation, I began to look for inspiration and traveled around.

The scenery of Seabreeze Bay is beautiful, so I lived here for a while and met Alexander.

It's just that I haven't had the right opportunity to tell him my true identity.