239: Who did you say was bewitching?

Who did you say was bewitching?

"…" Nian Xiaomu stared at the documents before her—she had absolutely no chance of rejecting it.2

When she left the manager's office, Xiaoxiao, the intern who had been waiting outside the whole time, rushed up and grabbed her.

"Supervisor Nian, I heard that the person in charge of Sheng Da Science and Technology's project will be changed soon. Is that true?" Xiaoxiao's expression instantly turned furious when she saw that Nian Xiaomu did not reply to her.

"These people are too much! They pushed everything to you when they couldn't manage to invite Shangxin the other time, but now that the project has finally managed to develop smoothly, they want you to pass to someone else the project that you have worked so hard on!"

"Xiaoxiao…" From the corner of Nian Xiaomu's eyes, she suddenly noticed that Ye Mingmin was behind Xiaoxiao. Nian Xiaomu reached out her hands in a hurry and wanted to cover Xiaoxiao's mouth, but it was too late.

With a cup in hand, Ye Mingmin stepped out of the pantry.

She walked in with unhurried steps and a haughty posture.

Instead of flying into a rage, she let out a laugh when she heard what Xiaoxiao had said just now. "An intern actually has the guts to gossip about the supervisor behind her back. It seems like the rules of the A team have been completely obliterated ever since Xie Jingjing left the team.

"…"

As Ye Mingmin looked at Xiaoxiao, who stared on silently in fury after getting lectured by her, she twisted her head and glanced at Nian Xiaomu.

"Supervisor Nian, you can let me know directly if you have any complaints about me. I didn't mean to take over the Sheng Da Science and Technology project. This was just the arrangement of the manager. If you have any opinions on this, you can look for the manager. However if I were you, the most worrying issue on my mind would be Mr. Lombardi, who will be coming around to our company tomorrow for a tour."

Ye Mingmin gave a mocking smile; the pleased look on her face could not be concealed.

As she moved around Nian Xiaomu and stared at her from top to bottom, she said, "I heard that Mr. Lombardi hates women who look bewitching. I am afraid that he will be so angry that he will turn around and leave the moment he sees you."

"Supervisor Ye, what do you mean by this? Who did you say was bewitching!" Nian Xiaomu was not angry at all. Instead, Xiaoxiao, who was beside her, could not take it any longer and rushed to the front to confront Ye Mingmin.

"What did I say?" Ye Mingmin twisted her head around and took a glance at the manager's office. When she noticed that someone seemed to be exiting the office, she turned around and tried to leave because she was also afraid that things would get out of hand.

As soon as she took her first step out, she stumbled over a foot that suddenly stuck out.

"AHHH!!!"

Her entire body flew toward the ground and landed with a thump on the floor!

The cup in her hand rolled a few meters away with its contents splashed all over the floor…

Her face was twisted in pain. With both her hands pushing against the floor, she raised her head up and was prepared to take a good look at the person who had tripped her.

The next second, Nian Xiaomu had already walked to her and slowly squatted down in front of her.

As she patted on the leg of her trouser, she spoke with a pause between every word, "Supervisor Ye, one should perform more virtuous actions. One will only trip and fall if she doesn't open her eyes when she walks on the road. However, I am afraid that one will meet their retributions sooner or later if she continues her evil deeds."

Ignoring Ye Mingmin, who was fuming in anger, Nian Xiaomu pulled Xiaoxiao away by the hand and returned to her seat when she finished her sentence.

Pulling out the chair, she sat down and started to flip open the documents in her hand.

The documents that Wen Yadai had passed to her were very detailed—Mr. Lombardi's preferences were all listed within.

It seemed that she had really hoped to clinch a successful collaboration this time.

Shifting her chair, Xiaoxiao slid over to Nian Xiaomu's side and asked worryingly, "Supervisor Nian, Mr. Lombardi is a native Italian and only knows how to speak Italian. Do you know how to speak that language?"

Nian Xiaomu shook her head subconsciously and replied, "I don't know."

Unlike English, it was rare for one to have contact with the Italian language; one would certainly not understand the language if they did not specially take lessons for it.

"But it's alright because we can translate it." Nian Xiaomu seemed to have thought of something. Lifting her head up, she looked toward the manager's office and happened to see the interpreter, Wang Miaomiao, walking toward her.

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