"Exactly, you're someone who's been in jail before. It's bad luck for us to share an office with you."
A female colleague came over with a cup of water, standing arrogantly in front of Yvonne Young.
Yvonne really wanted to flip the table and slap their faces.
She ignored them and coldly looked at the other people in the office, "Who among you bet on Mr. Sullivan signing?"
No one responded to her question for a while. Pairs of eyes stared at her, filled with mockery and disdain.
Mr. Sullivan had once been forced to marry her, and it seemed that nobody had bet on her succeeding.
Well, she wouldn't bet on a sure loss either, but Spencer Sullivan had signed it today.
If no one bet on her, there was no need for her to give the answer.
Let them die of anxiety then.
"...I did."
Suddenly, a weak female voice came from diagonal to Yvonne Young.
Could there be a twist? Yvonne looked over in surprise.