Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Felicia’s face became ugly for a moment, she really didn’t know what kind of education her boss had, she just subconsciously thought Blanca Roach must be a top university graduate, otherwise how could she be worthy of Matthew Grant.

But Matthew Grant had married a woman who didn’t even have a diploma?

Felicia looked at Blanca Roach incredulously, the expression on her face changing unpredictably.

Then she gritted her teeth and told Blanca Roach: “Not everyone is as lucky as she is, she married a good husband, did you? If your husband was good, he wouldn’t have let you work while pregnant, would he?”

“Do you think she got to where she is because she married a good husband?” Blanca Roach asked rhetorically, she was about to lose her patience, why did Felicia dismiss all her efforts without knowing her? Was she just a doddering flower who depended on Matthew Grant for survival in their eyes?Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Blanca Roach frowned, and some fire rose up in her heart. Then she had the consolation of not talking to the retards.

She touched her belly and told herself that she couldn’t be angry or upset, that her baby would become ugly.

“Or what?” Felicia looked condescendingly at Blanca Roach and justified her words, “How else could she have gotten the studio she has now? How could she have recruited so many designers?”

Felicia thought that Blanca Roach’s question was too stupid, didn’t she understand such a simple truth? In an era when it’s hard to get anywhere without a degree, Blanca Roach’s marriage to Matthew Grant is the biggest backbone, and with Matthew Grant’s help, it’s easy to set up a company or design an independent brand, not to mention a studio.

Only someone as stupid as “Isabel” would believe that what Blanca Roach has today is due to her own strength.

“So that’s what you think?” Blanca Roach’s mouth held a cold smile as she swept her gaze over the five girls in front of her, “You all think so?”

“Of course, what would Blanca Roach be without Matthew Grant?”

“Yeah, without Matthew Grant’s help, Blanca Roach wouldn’t have been able to set up a studio at all!”

“If Blanca Roach hadn’t married Matthew Grant, she would probably be working as a cashier in a supermarket or a dishwasher in a restaurant.”

Felicia looked up proudly and said to Blanca Roach, “You hear that? There’s only one Blanca Roach, and there’s only one Matthew Grant, and you can’t be the second Blanca Roach, so stop daydreaming and go home!”

“Heh.”

Blanca Roach laughed lightly and slowly found a seat, after standing for so long, her legs were getting sore.

“Then it’s really disappointing for you guys, I am Blanca Roach, the inferior person with no education as you call it.”

“You, just you?” Felicia pointed at Blanca Roach and laughed, “Don’t dream, if you are Blanca Roach, then I will write my name backwards!”

Are you kidding me, how could Blanca Roach wear such a dress and dress so low-key?

Felicia laughed at her smugly, assuming that Blanca Roach was deliberately making things up because she couldn’t get off the stage.

Blanca Roach looked coldly at their ugly faces, and now she had no ripples in her heart.

You can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, so instead of wasting words, let them see the truth for themselves.

Blanca Roach knew this well, so she took out her cell phone and made a call to Isabel.

While Felicia thought she was still pretending, she actually grabbed her phone.