The Yintern Group's dormitory could be described as simple.
There wasn't any washing machine or air conditioner in the dorm.
The weather was extremely cold.
Jenna turned on the faucet on her balcony and washed her clothes.
Her hand turned red when it came into contact with the ice-cold water. She lowered her head as she forcefully rubbed her clothes together.
"Lexantra, the water is too cold. I think it's better for you to bring your laundry back to the office and use the washing machine there," Joanne, Jenna's colleague, said when she saw Jenna washing her clothes with great effort.
"Miss Gambon, you're here. Please have a seat." Jenna looked up at Joanne and greeted her with a smile, "Make yourself at home. I don't have the time to entertain you."
Joanne was from Tamberland and was fluent in Srirano's local language. She also knew this country very well as her parents had a business establishment here. They had immigrated to this country many years ago. Therefore, although she was educated in Tamberland, she decided to remain in Srirano because there were many more opportunities here. She was very talented and versatile.
This was also the reason Steffan had hired her.
Texantra, there is no need for you to wash your own clothes manually. The weather is so cold that it has turned the water into ice. You will soon run out of water. It's best if you take your laundry back to the office to give them a wash." Joanne was warm, friendly, and lively. She was very confused when she saw Jenna busy washing her clothes. "Lexantra, why are you doing this to yourself? You do know that Mr. Yintern will grant all of your requests just as long as you open your mouth, right? There is no need for you to be holed up in this dorm. Anyway, I really have no idea what you're thinking."
Joanne shook her head in confusion.
Jenna smiled and said, "Miss Gambon, I treat Mr. Yintern as my superior. It's not what you think. Don't talk nonsense. Besides, the washing machine in the office is for company use only. How can I use it to wash my dirty laundry?"
Jenna did not care about Joanne's words.
"Don't be silly." Joanne curled her lips. To put it bluntly, Steffan was the only one using the company's washing machine. As for Jenna's relationship with Steffan...
"Lexantra, I know you're not one to get mad easily, so I just wanted to ask you, how long are you planning to hide it from us?" Joanne immediately asked when she saw that Jenna was trying to avoid talking about Steffan.
"Hide what? What are you talking about?" Jenna was so bewildered that she stopped what she was doing. She raised her head and asked. She was a little puzzled by Joanne's question.
"Do you really have no idea what I'm talking about?" Joanne yelped. "Fine. It seems like you're not willing to let me in on the secret either. Some friend you are."
The muscles on Jenna's face gradually tightened as she asked seriously, "What in the world are you talking about? I genuinely have no idea what you're referring to."
Joanne noticed how serious she was. It did not seem like she was faking it. She could only remind her, "I'm talking about the good news."
After finishing her words, she smiled and looked at her frivolously.
This caused Jenna to be even more confused.
"What good news? Whose?" she asked in surprise.
"You're very good at pretending. I'm talking about your good news." Joanne and Jenna were very comfortable with each other. She spoke without any restraint and just laughed happily.
Jenna was stunned. She was a little annoyed as she said, "There's nothing at all. I don't even know anything. You're talking nonsense."
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