Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 18



Chapter 18

Carlos confessed his love so boldly that Mikayla’s heart fluttered

Suddenly, her phone rang. She picked it up. “Mikayla, you found a gem!” Juliet exclaimed. “I thought someone like Carlos didn’t know about love. But he’s so direct in going after you!”

Mikayla smiled and said. “I didn’t expect it either.

“What a dominant CEO! I envy you! Where are you? Want to go shopping?” asked Juliet.

Tm on my way to work at the Salvatore Group, Mikayla replied,

“How boring. The eldest daughter of the Salvatore family has to work?” Juliet teased.

Seeing the familiar skyscrapers outside the car window, Mikayla said, “Juliet, I’ve got to go. Pick me up at Salvatore Group after work.”

As the call ended, the car had already pulled up in front of the building. Before getting off, Mikayla said to Josiah, “You don’t have to wait for me after work. Find yourself some entertainment and don’t get sick out of boredom.”

Looking at her delicate back, Josiah thought about her words, confused. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The Salvatore family was one of the few old, prestigious families in Xosa. Its company was located downtown. Looking up at the gilded “Salvatore Group sign, Mikayla made up her mind to help Jorge protect their legacy.

Stepping into the building, she was greeted by Jorge’s personal secretary, Quinnlyn Griffiths, who wore a black suit, looking sharp and efficient. Quinnlyn smiled and greeted her respectfully, “Ms.

Salvatore! This way, please!”

Mikayla thought, “Looks like Dad has informed them.‘ She then followed Quinnlyn up to the 24th floor. Mikayla had visited the company with Jorge before. Last night, she also asked her dad for some company info and stayed up all night reading it. so she had a decent understanding. Salvatore Group’s best venture in recent years had been laptop manufacturing. She was optimistic about that sector and knew it had potential from her studies abroad.

Knock!

“Come in!” Jorge answered.

Mikayla opened the door and saw Jorge working on the compam’s affairs. She used to wait for him to get off work in his office but never really paid attention to it. The huge office was meticulously organized, giving off a sense of authority.

Seeing her, Jorge put down his pen. His brows relaxed, and he smiled. “You’re here! Have a seat

“Mr. Salvatore, I want to apply for the director of the marketing department,” Mikayla said directly, pulling the leather chair opposite Jorge and sitting down. She had looked into the company’s vacancies last night, and this was what she wanted

Hearing his daughter call him that, Jorge’s gentle expression turned serious. “Do you know what the director of the marketing department does?” He had initially thought of giving her an easier position when he agreed to let her work at the company. But now…

“I know,” Mikayla replied

To others, including her parents, she seemed like a delicate young lady who had everything handed to her. But what they didn’t know was that to become Jaxon’s ideal wife, she had learned etiquette, instruments, languages, and also studied finance and business management by herself.

She wanted to be someone who could support his career one day. Unexpectedly, those skills came in handy today.

When Jaxon chose a university strong in finance, she secretly signed up and excelled. Her professor even praised her talent

and encouraged her to pursue further studies, but she chose love instead.

Pulling her thoughts back, Mikayla said, “I know the company has hit a bottleneck recently. I have made a proposal with my ideas. Please take a look, Mr. Salvatore.”

Jorge took over and read it thoroughly. His expression changed from doubt to surprise. He hadn’t expected his daughter, who had always been treated like a delicate flower, to have such insightful ideas about the market. Noticing the dark circles. under Mikayla’s eyes, a hint of concern flashed in his eyes. “Do you know how risky this proposal is?” Jorge asked.


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