Chapter 11 "Ms. Norton, don't forget to give me a call. You young folks have a lot to learn." Adrienne smiled. "Of course, of course." By now, they were in the hotel lobby. Coincidentally, Garrett and his companions stepped out of another elevator. Two close friends stood beside Garrett. One was Carlos Decker, a doctor, and the other was Norman Doyle. Neither of them liked her. She hadn't attended a single event these past few years. She didn't go over to greet them. But Carlos saw her and slowly raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that Adrienne?" Everyone turned to look, and at that exact moment, Ernest's hand was still resting on her shoulder. It was obvious to all that he was taking advantage. Ernest finally noticed Garrett and the others. His demeanor changed instantly, and he hurried over. "Mr. Melendez, Mr. Doyle, I've heard so much about you both. Mr. Melendez, do you remember me? I once handed you my business card." He bowed and scraped like he was ready to lick their shoes. Garrett's eyes moved past him and landed on Adrienne. She didn't look at him, still speaking with Willard. Willard, nearly forty but well-maintained, met Garrett's gaze with a wide smile. Adrienne stood at the side, expressionless. Garrett couldn't remember when exactly she stopped smiling. The last time he saw her truly smile with spirit had been years ago. His throat bobbed silently. His gaze shifted to Ernest. "Get lost." Ernest's face turned pale instantly. Not knowing how he had provoked Garrett, he froze in place, too frightened to move. Garrett strode away without sparing Adrienne a single glance. Ernest stood dumbfounded where he was. Only after everyone had vanished from sight did he realize his back was 0.0 % 16:43 drenched in sweat. He felt utterly humiliated and quickly found an excuse to leave, looking very much like he was fleeing in defeat. The others followed and left as well. Adrienne opened the car door for Willard. Once inside, Willard picked up the contract and glanced at it. "You did pretty well tonight. I thought you'd throw a fit." He was referring to what had happened with Ernest. It was obvious the man wanted to sleep with her. In the past, Adrienne would have found it unbearable. But now, to survive, she had to endure it. Her professional skills weren't much help anymore. "Mr. Gibson, I really need money right now.". Willard loosened his tie and leaned back. "What's going on between you and Garrett?" Even a fool could tell Garrett treated her differently. "We're divorced." "Whoa, that's big news. I remember one time I nearly kissed you while drunk. He broke three of my ribs and had me fired from the Melendez Group. Do you know how high I was standing in the company back then? Firing me caused a lot of pressure." After all, at that time, Garrett was in a power struggle with his older brother. Adrienne stepped on the gas, her face calm. "It definitely wasn't because of me." Willard hadn't climbed to the top of the Melendez Group by being stupid. He understood the situation well. One les- son had been enough. He wouldn't dare lay a hand on Adrienne again. Garrett was like a mad dog. Once he locked on to someone, they'd be lucky to come away with their skin intact. He closed his eyes and gave his home address. "Pick me up at 6:30 every morning. Let me approve all the itinerary plans. You did well tonight. You should've realized during the interview that your position is about selling looks, so professional skills aren't really required. Whether you get taken advantage of depends on your own ability." 48.4 % 16:43