It suddenly hit Dylan that Valerie had written a complaint letter about him, and it had actually reached Matthew. “Besides,” he thought, “Valerie always claimed to be single. How did she get married? Could her backer be…? No! Impossible!” Dylan quickly dismissed the speculation.

Matthew was from a completely different world than Valerie; she'd likely never meet him. Even if they did cross paths, with Matthew's status, he was surely surrounded by beautiful women. There was no way he'd marry Valerie.

Even if, by some incredible coincidence, Valerie were Mrs. Grant, there was no way she'd still be working at tiny Arcton Cars, slaving away for a measly sixty-dollar attendance bonus. Everyone at Arcton Cars knew Valerie loved money; she worked tirelessly for it. There was no way a woman like that could be Mrs. Grant.

Thinking this through, Dylan finally sighed in relief. Only then did he realize his earlier nervousness had caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

With Dylan's departure, the conference room atmosphere became more harmonious. Valerie roughly flipped through the document listing sales champions from various dealerships. Those chosen were essentially guaranteed employment. However, the luxury car dealership's grand opening was in two weeks. She needed to memorize the information about Noria Group's luxury cars before the upcoming assessment, which determined official employment. The pay was almost double her current salary. The job seemed complicated, but compared to her current, frantic car sales position, it was much easier. No wonder so many people were vying for the positions.

Valerie felt lucky.

Katherine sidled up to her, happily. “Valerie, did you see Dylan's sour face? He thought the Noria Group representatives were there for him. When he realized they weren't, his face was white with rage! Hilarious!”

Thinking back, Valerie chuckled. “The luxury car dealership doesn't open for two weeks; I'll stay at Arcton Cars. You can enjoy more of his sour faces for the next two weeks.”

“I'll bring a camera tomorrow to capture his expressions!” Katherine laughed.

As the laughter subsided, Valerie worried. “Katherine, if I leave, Dylan might target you…”

“Oh, come on, Valerie. Don't worry. I'm staying because you're here. I'm happy to be with you. Otherwise, with that thousand-dollar salary—not even enough for a handbag—I'd have left long ago. Since you're leaving, I'm leaving too,” Katherine replied.

Valerie was momentarily taken aback, then burst out laughing. “That's a big loss for the company. So, what's your plan?”

“My brother contacted me last night. My parents have softened; they miss me. They'll probably reach out soon. He sent me some money, telling me not to overwork myself.”

Katherine had a plan. “Since my family isn't pressuring me, I'll come clean with Caleb. He wants to form a professional gaming team, so I'll use this money to buy a small building for the team base. Valerie, keep an eye out for small storefronts for me. It's a surprise!”

She planned to be Caleb's manager while he played professionally.

Valerie, unfamiliar with the gaming world, asked curiously, “Is playing games really that profitable?”