Chapter 635: Chapter 336: The Tattoo on the Ankle Appears (3rd Update)_2
"Mr. Forrest, Miss Quinlan, good afternoon."
Jane Quinlan waved her hands in puzzlement: "Good afternoon."
Then she turned her attention to Kay Forrest: "What’s this all about? Why have these two ladies come together?"
"I’m taking you to a banquet tonight, and you need to dress up and stand by my side. They did a good job dressing you up last time, so I asked them to come over again," he explained.
Thinking of the marriage proposal scene from last time, Jane Quinlan’s heart fluttered slightly: "What kind of banquet is it this time?"
"A criminal-catching convention," he chuckled, winking.
Jane Quinlan was surprised: "You’re going to catch a criminal? What do you mean?"
"It’s because of that tattoo on your ankle; people wear less at banquets, so it’s easier to spot.
Alright, stop being a curious cat, just sit tight here, get changed and put on some makeup."
Paris Fashion staff took out the dress, leaving Jane Quinlan bewildered.
"I have to wear a dress in this cold weather?"
"You’ll wear a long one, and I’ll keep you wrapped up in a down jacket the whole time, don’t be afraid."
Considering the purpose was to catch a criminal, and she could wear pants under her long dress, she didn’t have as many complaints.
After a simple makeup session, the two staff members left.
Today, Kay Forrest didn’t need a luxury car ride; he would drive her there himself.
When she arrived at the banquet hall at six-thirty with Kay Forrest, she was startled by the company’s female employees, all dolled up and flashy.
"Why is everyone wearing short skirts today? It’s so strange," she asked.
"It’s a short-skirt party. There will be a director selecting a spokesmodel for the beauty cream ad," he explained.
"Ah?" Jane Quinlan was taken aback: "Everybody is so scheming. If I had known, I would’ve worn a short skirt too."
"What, not afraid of the cold anymore?" Kay Forrest shot her a look, finding her afterthought amusing.
Jane Quinlan laughed: "Scared, that’s why I’m only spouting off to you."
She handed her down jacket to a staff member nearby.
Kay Forrest said, "Today, you don’t have to go anywhere; just stay by my side."
"Alright," she promptly looped her arm through his.
It really couldn’t get any better than this. Last time, her relationship with him hadn’t been made public, and it was Benjamin Quinlan who had accompanied her.
Even though she had some delicious food, it didn’t feel as safe as it did now.
It seems she only felt completely at ease by Kay Forrest’s side.
The two of them together envied many women.
Who knows how many were wishing they could be the one by Kay Forrest’s side.
Unfortunately, different people have different fates.
Kay Forrest led her to a side seat; he drank and watched the crowd while she ate.
There wasn’t much of a spectacle to behold, just a sea of legs as far as the eye could see.
Jane Quinlan leaned towards Kay Forrest and whispered: "You did this on purpose, didn’t you?"
"Your husband is not that perverse," Kay Forrest shot her another look.
"See, you knew exactly what I meant, I must have guessed right," Jane Quinlan pouted.
Kay Forrest glared at her speechlessly: "You woman, are you not content unless you paint your husband as a pervert?
The way you glanced forward just now and then asked me that question, even an idiot would know what you’re implying.
I’ve got nothing but legs in my view."
Jane Quinlan chuckled: "See, I got it right. You’re irritated because you’re embarrassed."
Kay Forrest, realizing she was joking, tapped her head: "Keep teasing me, just be quiet and eat your food."
Jane Quinlan giggled and then pointed to a crowd that had suddenly gathered: "Hey, what’s going on over there? Why is everyone lining up?"
In a corner opposite, a group of female employees formed a line and walked slowly in circles around a man, but it was unclear what they were doing.
Kay Forrest murmured a few words in her ear, and Jane Quinlan immediately nodded in understanding.
It turns out it’s to inspect the tattoo on the women’s ankles.
But with three to four hundred female employees here, when will this inspection end?
Not far away, Wendy was holding a wine glass, watching the crowd from afar.
She doesn’t know what Director Forrest is actually investigating.
But whatever is making Director Forrest so concerned must have something to do with Jane Quinlan.
Could it be... the courier incident?
But why would they need to wear short skirts for the courier incident?
Evelyn Claire searched through the crowd for a long time before she finally found Wendy, squeezed over with her wine glass, and stood next to her.
"Hi, Wendy, I’ve been looking for you for so long, why are you holed up over here?"
"What does it matter to you where I am," Wendy glared at Evelyn Claire.
At a time like this, she really didn’t want to cozy up to her.
Her mind is somewhat chaotic right now, pondering things.
But Evelyn Claire didn’t seem to feel snubbed and unpleasant, she said cheerfully: "I came to find you so we could queue up together.
This is a great opportunity; why are you just hovering here, come on, let’s go line up."
"I’m not interested in this." Wendy’s expression was far from friendly.
She turned around to leave, but Evelyn Claire blocked her path.
"Wendy, why have you been avoiding me lately, I didn’t do anything to offend you."
"Why should I pay attention to you, who are you to me?"
Being stopped by Evelyn Claire, Wendy instantly felt very irritated.
Does this woman really not understand how to read people’s expressions?
Doesn’t she realize that I’m really annoyed right now?
Evelyn Claire was taken aback: "After all, we have some relationship, don’t we?
I always thought we were already friends.
Since Evie Larkin resigned, I’ve had no one to talk to in the company.
Look at you, why are you so angry, is it really necessary?"
"I’m not the kind of person you can chat with, stop looking for me from now on.
Don’t you see they’re casting? Hurry up and go."
"I was thinking it’s a bit boring to go there by myself, so I came to find you to accompany me, and while we wait, we could have a chat."
"I won’t go, I’ve already been checked."
"Checked?"
Wendy was momentarily taken aback: "You talk too much; just hurry up and go, don’t bother me anymore."
"But didn’t the company set the rule that every female employee has to try, and those who get selected will get a bonus of fifty thousand?"
"I’m not interested," she shrugged off Evelyn Claire and left, while Evelyn Claire walked to one side, puzzled. She looked at the director nearby who was staring at the ankles of various beauties ’puzzled by the director.’
Weren’t they supposed to be picking legs, why are they only looking at ankles?
She lowered her head and glanced at her own ankle, saw the floral tattoo, and quietly turned into the restroom.
There must be something off about today’s casting.
The company has never done castings internally before.
And there’s no reason why they would start casting now for the summer leg cream launch either.
Many celebrities are eager to endorse the company’s products, how could the company give these good opportunities to this group of people?
Although she wasn’t sure if what she was doing was right, she still sat on the toilet seat cover and used thick foundation and concealer to cover up the tattoo.
The lighting at the venue is after all not particularly bright, and the tattoo is not big, so she’s confident they won’t notice.
She smirked, stood up, pulled open the door, and walked out, no matter what, only this way can be foolproof.