"Mr. Lewis, congratulations on finding true love and successfully proposing. This is all the money I owe you from the past years. Thank you for taking care of me. Since your heart is set elsewhere, I’d like to resign. Please approve it tomorrow."
Upon hearing my words, Carl sneered, refusing to take the card. "Mia, do you think my Lewis Group is a vegetable market? You can leave if you want; stay if you want." He then pulled out his cell phone, tapped a few times, and showed it to me in front of everyone.
"Your parents just messaged me, wanting to advance your salary for ten years—50 million—to pay off your gambling debt. Now you want me to clear that debt and join you for Escape from the Shell?" After reading that message, my heart sank.
"Emma, has that annoying girl Mia been behaving lately?" Carl's voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm. "My uncle wants to borrow her salary first. It’s not much, just 50 million! She'll pay you back, of course."
A wave of mocking glances swept in my direction. I bit my lip, forcing myself to keep my voice steady as I tried to swallow the humiliation.