Chapter 2187

With every prestigious door shut in her face, Chelsea had no choice but to send her résumé to small private companies.

Most were run by owners who barely understood balance sheets. The moment they saw her six-figure salary expectation, they burst out laughing.

Only then did she realize that in places like these, she would earn—at best—one to two thousand a month.

Even that figure was considered generous, solely because she spoke several languages and could double as an overseas interpreter.

The reality bruised her pride, but necessity won. In the end, she accepted a secretary position at a modest firm.

When she told Jason, his expression tightened.
“Chelsea, you don’t need to work. I can support you.”

He knew how painfully ordinary the job was. Coming from modest means himself, he understood the slights and quiet humiliations that often came with small companies.