Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 397 - 209 Kay Forrest, Can You Be More Serious?

Chapter 397: Chapter 209 Kay Forrest, Can You Be More Serious?

"What?" She exclaimed in surprise; clearly, this was unexpected.

Skyward Group? Even the President’s Office?

What is this madness?

On her own merit, she could never have gotten into the President’s Office of Skyward Group in her lifetime.

It must have been Kay Forrest who helped her, but... does Kay really have such strong influencing power at Skyward Group?

"You must be shocked, too.

You know, everyone is envious of you like crazy right now.

I just heard from Director Chen, you’re going to keep working here, but now you’re seconded to the newspaper to serve Director Forrest directly."

Daisy Zenith, starry-eyed, clasped her hands together: "Serve Director Forrest directly, does that mean... you get to interact with him up close every day?

Ah, I’m so jealous of you, Jane.

Let’s do a soul swap; I want to be you."

Jane Quinlan just shook her head wordlessly, tapped Daisy on the head, and went over to look at the notice board.

Indeed, Daisy hadn’t lied to her.

But she still felt a bit dizzy, she was going to be Kay Forrest’s assistant?

This guy must be joking, right?

She was spacing out by the notice board when everyone behind her quickly dispersed back to their seats.

Because the new general manager had arrived.

Director Chen and Lucy Stark followed him, and when he entered the office, he saw Jane standing by the notice board.

He gave her a mysterious, irritating smile.

As if it wasn’t enough for him to be her boss, now he had to be her direct leader too?

In the future, she would have to work with this man, every day?

She shook her head.

Kay Forrest raised his hand pointing at her: "Miss Quinlan, come with me for a moment.

Oh, Director Chen and Lucy, you can go ahead with your tasks."

"Alright, Director Forrest."

Director Chen winked at Jane Quinlan, and she then realized, walking briskly towards Kay Forrest’s office.

Due to the crowd, she even knocked on the door before entering.

A voice from inside called, ’Come in.’

After pushing the door open and approaching the desk, she said, "Hey, what are you up to, how come I’ve become your assistant?"

Kay Forrest looked up at her: "Hey? You were just acting all obedient and submissive, but now you’re getting feisty?"

Jane Quinlan, hands on the desk and leaning forward slightly: "Tell me honestly, what kind of game are you playing?"

"Considering a game to make you my assistant?

Phew, you really can’t tell good from bad.

Your position isn’t useful, Director Chen’s intent was to let you go.

If the new manager wasn’t me, you’d be packing up and ready to leave now, alright?"

Jane Quinlan paused and looked at him; indeed, she hadn’t much to do recently.

’So... it was you who kept me here.’

"Otherwise? There are no manager assistant positions here.

So I had you transferred to an honorary position at the Skyward Group President’s Office.

How generous, right?"

Jane Quinlan stared baffled at him: "Kay Forrest, tell me honestly, who exactly are you?"

"Me? What do you think?" Kay Forrest teased with a gesture of his hand.

’You’ve started companies abroad, now you represent Skyward Group in managing our company.

Plus, you managed to get me into a position at the Skyward Group President’s Office, unreachable even for PhDs...

I can’t help but feel... you’re not just an ordinary person.’

Kay Forrest chuckled: ’Did you never consider, maybe I’m a major heir of Skyward Group?"

’You? Pfft.’ Jane Quinlan shook her head and waved her hand: ’Forget it, I won’t ask anymore, lest your next step is to claim you’re Emperor Jade’s son.’

Kay Forrest raised an eyebrow, this woman truly... always underestimated him.

"I may not be Emperor Jade’s son, just think of me as Prince Smith, specifically here to help you."

As he spoke, he placed his phone on the desk: ’Save your number.’

Jane Quinlan quickly saved her number into his phone.

She even dialed her number from his phone before putting it back.

After storing her own number in her phone, she asked him, ’But I’ve never worked as an assistant before, I’m not familiar with the job.

Would you consider transferring me to another position?’

"Journalist and editor, could you manage that?

Jane Quinlan pouted: ’I guess... I’d need to adjust.’

"Well then, just be an assistant diligently.

That challenging kind of job isn’t suitable for you."

Jane Quinlan, annoyed: ’Psh, so, you think I’m just freeloading?"

"Wrong, I now need an assistant, and you happen to be a suitable candidate."

He looked at his wristwatch: ’Enough, no need to talk about this anymore.’