Speaking of private matters, Jessica called Carl by his name.
"What? Is there any private matter between us?" An extremely faint smile flashed through Carl's face, so subtle that it was hard to detect.
"There's no private matter between us. It's your girlfriend!" Jessica did not care Carl was still her boss and directly scolded Sivan in front of him.
Carl narrowed his eyes and sneered angrily, "Jessica, watch your language."
Jessica smiled, "Watch my language? Alright."
When Molly saw Jessica's expression, she knew Jessica was going to cause trouble.
She wanted to stop Jessica, but after thinking for a while, she felt she could hardly stop what Jessica wanted to do, so she just let it go.
"Tell Sivan not to beat others like a shrew. No one has to tolerate her. Next time, it won't be as simple as a slap. I treated her politely because we grew up together."
Jessica's tone was neither anxious nor slow, revealing an indescribable arrogance. It seemed she didn't care about Sivan and Carl at all.
"Carl..." A soft female voice sounded behind Carl.
Jessica raised her eyes and saw Sivan.
Sivan was in a patient gown, standing behind Carl with a pale face. She looked weak, as if she would fall with a single breeze.
"What are you doing here?" Carl hurriedly stretched out his hand to support her, looking at her face nervously. He frowned and said, "You'd better go back to bed and lie down."
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