Chapter 142 Forced Marriage
A few minutes later, Jessica brought James to an office door and then knocked on it.
"Who is it?"
A woman's voice came from inside the office.
"Ms. Phillips, the guy Janet recommended for the part-time job, is here now," Jessica replied softly.
"Let him in!"
"Okay!"
Jessica responded, then turned to James and said, "You can go in now; Ms. Phillips is waiting for you inside!"
"Thank you, Jessica!" James quickly said.
"Such a sweet talker."
Jessica gave James a flirtatious smile and then sashayed away.
Upon witnessing Jessica's departure, he pushed open the door and entered the office.
As soon as he entered the office, James was stunned.
Because the beautiful woman sitting in the office was none other than the lady he had just met in the taxi.
The woman was also startled when she caught sight of James entering the room. She immediately widened her eyes and inquired, "Are you the student Janet referred to?"
"Yes!"
James quickly nodded.
"What's your name?" The woman asked coldly.
"My name is James," He replied.
"James?"
The woman squinted her eyes and looked James up and down, then said softly, "Since Janet recommended you, she should have told you about the situation here and your salary, right?"
"Teacher Carter told me everything!"
James nodded.
"Then there's no problem. Go find Jessica later, and she'll give you a work uniform so you can start working. This bar just opened recently, and we're short-staffed. You can work for a while, and once I have enough staff, you won't need to come anymore."
The woman regarded James with an impassive look, her voice devoid of any emotion as she spoke coldly.
"Okay, I understand!"
James nodded helplessly.
"If you understand, why are you still standing there? Go to work!"
The woman seemed to have a poor impression of James and directly ordered him to leave.
"Ms. Phillips, I don't even know your name yet!" James asked with a smile.
"Cynthia Phillips!"
The woman replied coldly, then continued, "If there's nothing else, you can leave now!"
"Alright!"
James reluctantly agreed, then turned and walked out of the office.
She saw James leave, then a trace of helplessness flashed in Cynthia's eyes.
In fact, her bad attitude towards James wasn't because he had taken advantage of her in the taxi.
It was because she had been troubled by something recently.
At that moment, Cynthia's phone on the desk suddenly vibrated.
Cynthia glanced at her phone, and when she saw the caller ID, her expression darkened.
After a moment of hesitation, Cynthia reached for the phone and answered the call.
"Cynthia, are you busy right now?" A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Mom, just get to the point! You don't need to call me so often!" Cynthia said helplessly.
"Cynthia, the day after tomorrow is your engagement day with Uncle Diaz's youngest son. You must not miss it, okay?" The other person said slowly.
Cynthia shouted excitedly, "Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? I will not marry that jerk, so stop forcing me."
James, who had just walked out of the office, happened to hear Cynthia's words and couldn't help but think, "No wonder Cynthia has such a bad temper; she's being pressured to get married by her parents!"
Inside the office, Cynthia held her phone, listening to her mother's words, her expression filled with despair.
Cynthia was born into a family of businessmen. Her parents were well-known entrepreneurs in Lumina City, and her family was quite wealthy. Moreover, Cynthia was very beautiful, making her a typical wealthy beauty.
However, Cynthia had a peculiar habit since childhood—she had a severe case of mysophobia and couldn't stand living with a man.
Despite being 28 years old, she had never been in a relationship and had no inclination to pursue one.
Recently, Cynthia's parents had found her a match. The man was good-looking and came from a good family, but Cynthia had no interest in him and even found him somewhat dirty.
However, her parents liked the man very much and had arranged an engagement without Cynthia's consent.
This matter had been troubling Cynthia greatly. She had never lived with a man and didn't know how to interact with one she didn't like, let alone marry and have children with him. The thought alone was terrifying.
"Cynthia, Uncle Diaz's son, is handsome and has a good job. You should like him. Besides, you're not getting any younger. If you keep waiting, who knows when you'll find someone? Just listen to me and get engaged to him. It'll save me a lot of worry!" Cynthia's mother said gently.
"Mom, give it up. I will never marry someone I don't want to marry!" Cynthia said through gritted teeth.
"Then tell me, who do you want to marry?" Cynthia's mother asked angrily.
"I don't know yet!"
"Cynthia, stop being stubborn. Your father and I have decided that if you don't get engaged to Uncle Diaz's son, we'll take back the bar. Let's see how you manage then!"
After saying this, Cynthia's mother hung up the phone.
Listening to the busy tone on the other end, Cynthia showed a face filled with despair. Opening a bar had always been her dream, but she couldn't run it on her own funds. Most of the money for the bar came from her parents.
However, at present, her parents were using the bar as leverage to intimidate her, and Cynthia felt on the verge of a breakdown.
If Cynthia agreed to marry the man, she would be very resentful, but if she didn't, her parents would take back Stellar Lounge.
Cynthia sat alone in her office chair, her expression filled with despair, not knowing what to do.
At that moment, Cynthia's phone rang again.
