Chapter: 1288
"Miss Bennet, I know that you only said those things to keep me from being hurt, but I don't think Mr. Bentley is that kind of person."
Her voice dropped a little as she continued, "Besides, the two of us live in completely different worlds. He is high above while I'm down below. It's very unlikely for us to be together." She couldn't help but feel a little envious of the people around Kyle with their fancy and elegant clothes, which only showed how far behind she was from him in terms of status and fame. She wished she could be as successful as him in her career and gain admiration from others.
“And if, by some miracle, Mr. Bentley notices me...I don't think he is an irresponsible man."
“How old are you again?" Rachel asked suddenly, shaking her wine glass a bit.
The assistant blinked her eyes twice, slightly taken aback by the shift of topic.
"I was born in 1998. I graduated two years ago and joined the Bennet Group shortly after."
"Have you ever been in love before?"
The assistant immediately blushed. She hesitated for a while before muttering, "No."
Rachel's eyebrows raised as she looked at her assistant from head to toe. She was pretty and had a great personality. It was surprising that she had never been in love or in a relationship since.
"I... I didn't want to be in a relationship when I was in school and just focused on my studies because my parents were very strict," the assistant explained.
"They only allowed me to go out with men after
I graduated
"No wonder."
"No wonder what?"
"No wonder you are so naive. Do you really know Kyle?" Rachel Looked at her assistant seriously.
"Like what you said earlier, you don't even know if he is married. What if he is but he just hides it to the public? You know, looks aren't enough to know a person fully."
"That's true..." The assistant paused, and her eyes narrowed a little.
"Miss Bennet, why do I feel like you're acting quite strange tonight?"
"What are you two ladies talking about? Can I join you?" Kyle eventually broke free from the crowd and walked over.
Startled, the assistant immediately murmured a greeting.
"Hello, Mr.
Bentley."
Kyle smiled at her as response and looked at Rachel.
Rachel shifted her gaze from her wine glass and up to Kyle. Her eyes bore into him sharply as if she could see through his sunglasses.
"We are discussing what should I call you." A cold smile flashed on