Sorry, I Don't Speak the Idiots' Language

"Vivian? Why are you just standing here?"

The one who bumped into her was none other than the person she had criticized vehemently, Jerome.

Vivian, feeling awkward for speaking ill of someone just moments ago, raised an eyebrow, "Mr Williams, are you always this reckless in the company?"

Jerome had indeed acted somewhat deliberately just now, unsure of how he lost control and behaved so childishly.

But sticking to the principle that anything can be lost but not face, Jerome coughed, "Sorry, altitude affects vision; I really didn't see you standing here."

Vivian noticed that Jerome had a talent for infuriating people with his words.

Her height of 168cm was not short among girls, but Jerome, almost 20cm taller, left her speechless.

Was arrogance the reason for looking down on others?

If someone else had spoken to her like that, she would have punched them by now.

Vivian gritted her teeth, telling herself not to argue with fools.

She asked coldly, "Where is your technical workshop? I came here today to familiarize myself with the environment, making it easier to start working tomorrow."

"I'll take you there."

"No need to trouble the busy CEO. Celia can show me the way."

At these words, Jerome, facing Vivian, once again displayed a complex expression, "In fact, when you're with me, you can relax a bit. There's no need to be so concerned about me all the time."

Vivian:?

Jerome sighed and looked at Vivian, who always seemed so humble, afraid of affecting his work.

Touched and distressed, he said, "I'm just an ordinary person. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Vivian:?

Did idiots have their own language?

Why couldn't she understand what Jerome was saying?

Jerome gestured to Celia, "You can go now. I'll personally accompany Ms Sharp around."

Left with only the two of them, Jerome didn't wait for Vivian to refuse and took the lead, walking with pride.

Vivian had no choice but to follow.

MFC Company truly lived up to its reputation as a leading enterprise.

Aside from the main office building with over a dozen floors, there were six two-story workshops outside.

As the headquarters combining research, testing, assembly, and production, it occupied over a million square meters in Western City.

Everywhere Jerome led Vivian, they received respectful treatment from the employees.

Jerome worried that Vivian might think he was too outstanding and become infatuated with him even more, inheriting the company personally.

As they walked towards the core research and development area, Vivian observed the entire production process without interacting with Jerome.

Feeling neglected, Jerome couldn't bear the silence anymore and asked, "I heard you talking on the phone earlier. Is that your boyfriend you were referring to?"

Vivian glanced at him, "Of course not."

"That's good," Jerome sighed in relief.

However, he estimated that the person Vivian mentioned, even if not her boyfriend, should be someone she had a deep connection with.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be misunderstood as being in a relationship.

Thinking that he was someone Vivian trusted, Jerome felt the need to remind this inexperienced girl, "Don't blame me for being nosy, but when looking for a man, never choose a fool. Communication is crucial in marriage; if you're not on the same intellectual level, how can you communicate effectively? From what I heard on the phone, that person seems to have some money. I dislike people who are rich and show off. They seem to lack substance and confidence. Don't be fooled."

Besides, who could have more money than him?

Jerome, at this moment, had no idea that Vivian was complaining about him.

Vivian gave Jerome a look, finding his words quite reasonable.