Yvonne walked out of the general manager’s office conflicted. She finally felt relieved after she entered the lift.
She had arrived in heaven, yet descended straight to hell.
It was all Monique, that bastard’s fault.
She must have told Henry her desire to seek revenge, which made him hate her so much.
She dug her nails into her palm. She had fire in her eyes and bit her red lips until it bled.
He asked her to clean the toilet. Even though it sounded like being a cleaner, it was more cruel than sacking her.
However, neither could she refuse it nor leave. Otherwise, Henry would have sent her to the police station. She could not help but cry out loud. Her tears messed up her makeup.
The lift stopped at the floor of the human resources department. She walked heavily and lifelessly into the human resources department. The staff in the human there seemed to have seen a ghost.
Fortunately, Charlotte in the human resource department knew her. The chairman had informed the human resources department and Charlotte had instructed the staff to bring her to collect the cleaning supplies and give her a floor plan which fully illustrated the various washrooms in the company.
She must finish cleaning the toilets on the twenty third floor in twenty four hours without having any rest time.
“I don’t know where she is. If we can locate her with the GPS on the phone, we will be able to find them.” Angel frowned and looked at him in her big dark eyes.
Her face looked stern. She did not seem like a five year old girl. The way she spoke too did not sound like a five year old.
Simon looked at Angel and opened his eyes wide in surprise. He could not believe that these words came out from a kid in front of him.
“How did you know these?” Simon asked in surprise.
Angel twitched her mouth and looked at Simon with her big dark eyes, “I saw it on the television show. When the police rescue someone, they would always use this GPS system.”
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