Chapter 605 I Don't Like Him
Nia's stellar performance in the meeting earned her praise from everyone.
After the meeting, Walter called Nia into his office again. He squinted at her, taking in her new, confident demeanor. Nia was radiating a newfound glow, a stark contrast to her pre-surgery self.
All the flaws on her face had vanished.
Walter pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. "So, you took time off for plastic surgery? What's the story there?"
"Mr. Wood, I did it for you," Nia said, biting her lip, trying to win his approval.
His eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, really?"
So, she was trying to seduce him and was bold enough to admit it.
"Do you think I can be a streaming assistant now?"
"Is that why you had the surgery?" He was a bit surprised.
She nodded. "Yeah, paying off my debt was taking forever. That job pays five grand more. When I interviewed, the streamer said she'd consider me if I got surgery. Being ugly is fixable."
"She actually said that?"
"Yeah. Can I give it a shot?" Nia looked up at him, her shorter stature making her gaze upward. "I'll work hard. You want me to be the company's cash cow and pay you back quickly, right? Give me a chance."
Walter lit his cigarette, took a drag, checked his watch, and furrowed his brow. He told her to get back to work as he had some matters to attend to.
Nia's hopes were completely dashed. God, had she gone through the surgery for nothing?
She was on the verge of tears from her own foolishness.
She was distracted the whole day.
As she was leaving work, her phone rang. It was a WhatsApp message from the streaming department head: [Ms. Thompson, start working in the streaming room tomorrow.]
She thought she was seeing things. She rubbed her eyes and checked the message several times, expressing her heartfelt gratitude in reply.
[Walter sorted it out for you. Thank him. The streamer didn't want to let go of her assistant, but Walter pressured her to honor her promise to you, unless she could give you your old face back. The streamer threw a fit after her broadcast.]
So, it was Walter who helped her.
To thank him, she waited for him to finish his meetings. When he saw her standing by his office door after everyone had left, he asked, "What's up?"
"Mr. Wood, thank you."
"Just to say thanks?"
"Yeah. You're busy, and I thought saying it on WhatsApp wasn't sincere. It's better to thank you in person."
"Then work hard and succeed quickly, become The Taylor Group's cash cow." Walter smirked, pausing meaningfully. "So I can collect my dues with interest."
Nia didn't think too much about his words. She was filled with gratitude and realized her vocabulary was lacking. "I won't let you down. I wasn't afraid of surgery, and I'm not afraid of hard work. I just fear being poor. There are so many rich people in the world, what's one more?"
Walter was taken aback by her words, sensing something was off but couldn't pinpoint what.
Regal City.
Lyric hadn't seen Daniel since their blind date.
She figured he must have left Regal City and returned to Silverbrook.
Remy, wrapped in a light shawl, approached her with concern. "Lyric, how did your talk with Daniel go?"
"Not great," Lyric said, pausing as she flipped through her book.
Hearing Daniel's name still made her feel uneasy.
She couldn't remain indifferent.
"So, you haven't been in touch?"
"Mom, we're not a good match. Even if I liked him, he wouldn't like me. Let's not talk about him anymore." Lyric closed her book.
Zephyr, coming up the spiral staircase, overheard their conversation and chimed in. "Who said Daniel doesn't like you? He does!"
"What?" Lyric was stunned, looking at Zephyr as he approached.
Zephyr continued, "Daniel said he called you, but you didn't answer. He texted, but you didn't reply. He even came to the house."
Lyric laughed in disbelief. What a jerk. They had made things clear last time, yet he still came to her house?
'Now he is playing the victim and accusing me first?' She thought.
"Lyric, change your clothes and go downstairs. Daniel is waiting. Don't keep him waiting." Zephyr said, turning to go downstairs.
Lyric looked at Remy, who sighed. "You promised us that if Daniel liked you, you'd give it a chance."
"Mom, we're really not a good match. I don't like him."
"You can't know that without getting to know him. Lyric, he's our family's savior. Without him, I might have been killed by drug lords years ago. You should at least be polite to him. I can't help you this time. Listen to your father and go downstairs. Don't keep him waiting." Remy sighed, shaking her head as she went downstairs.
In her eyes, Daniel was the best in character and appearance.
Why couldn't Lyric see that?
Lyric was frustrated, feeling Daniel was using his status as their savior to pressure her.
He hadn't changed at all.
Reluctantly, she found a simple dress, didn't bother with makeup, and tied her hair in a ponytail before heading downstairs.
As she descended, she saw Daniel immediately. He was dressed in a green coat, sitting upright, playing chess with Zephyr.
Clearly, he had made an effort. His hair was freshly cut, short but stylish. He had traded his bangs for a buzz cut.
A man's attractiveness was tested by how well he can pull off a buzz cut.
Daniel passed the test with flying colors.
Lyric smirked. During their date, she had dressed up, but he had been casual. Now, it was the opposite.
Zephyr won the chess game, and Daniel complimented his skills.
Zephyr waved it off. "You let me win. You're the better player."
"Mr. Vaughn, you're too kind. Your skills are excellent," Daniel replied politely.
Zephyr turned and saw Lyric at the stairs. Noticing her plain attire, he was displeased. "Lyric, you should have dressed up. Daniel is here. Show some effort."
"I didn't invite him. He came on his own," Lyric said coldly, not even glancing at Daniel.
Zephyr frowned. "Lyric, don't be rude to our guest."
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