No matter how desperate she was for money, she won't accept any dough with a shady past. She lived within her means, earning and spending based on her own abilities, which gave her life more dignity.
Cornelia said with a smile, "Mr. Hartley, this gift is too extravagant, I can't accept it. But I really appreciate your kindness."
Marcus replied, "This manuscript is nothing but trash to me. If you don't want it, I'll just toss it in the bin."
Cornelia responded, "Mr. Hartley, it's your stuff, you're free to do whatever you want with it. As your assistant, it's not my place to interfere."
"Then help me throw it away," Marcus said, convinced that Cornelia wouldn't have the heart to do it. But to his surprise, she took the box without hesitation and tossed it into the trash bin. "Mr. Hartley, I need to go back to my room to prepare some documents," she said.
Marcus thought to himself, "What's gotten into her today? How dare she act like this towards me?"
He bent down to pick up the box she'd thrown in the trash. Even if she could throw it away, he couldn't.
Back in her room, Cornelia slapped her hand, regretting her decision. How could she let him just throw away something so valuable?
At two in the afternoon, Cornelia and Marcus arrived at the art exhibition, where she finally met the legendary artist Nimon.
Nimon, in his thirties, was not only handsome but also talented.
Cornelia was surprised to learn that Marcus and Nimon were friends.
As always, the Frenchman was warm and friendly. Upon seeing Marcus, Nimon gave him a hearty hug and said, "Marc, long time no see!"
"Long time no see!" Marcus replied, turning to Cornelia, "This is Cornelia."
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