Chapter 2

"Charlotte is bound to get married sooner or later, no matter how much you invest, it will all eventually go to someone else. You two better think it over and not neglect the other!" Max Baker protested, unwilling to accept the situation.

In order to make him agree, I suggested, "Give me the poorly performing subsidiary of the group. If I can manage it well, it will prove that I can inherit the group. It will also prevent those self-righteous outsiders from coveting it."

Max Baker's face turned livid, and he was too furious to speak. He knew that my parents still had hopes for me. It would only be when I utterly failed that it would fall to him.

So his silence was not an act of concession but a moment for him to strategize on how to crush my company.

To learn the specifics of the company and prevent being sidelined, I joined my father's company as a junior employee. On my first day, I was astonished to find that the company's director was none other than my ex-boyfriend, the one who had vowed to ruin me for Stella Foster!

He loved Stella Foster so much that he would not be far from her. As expected, I also found Stella Foster working in the same company, on probation, just like me.

I sat in the top-floor office, watching them through surveillance cameras. They thought they were in a place where no one could see them, indulging in passionate kisses and embraces, with no shame whatsoever. I had originally planned to deal with this couple of cheaters after the probation period, but Stella Foster brought trouble to my doorstep before I could make a move.

She looked at a proposal I had been working on and was very satisfied, handing me an outline with an authoritative tone, "Follow this outline and help me fill in the details."

I pushed the outline aside, ignoring her.

Did she forget that she hadn't even completed her probation period yet? We were on the same level, and she had the nerve to boss me around?

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly gave me a strange smile, propping her arm on the edge of my chair and whispering, "It's just a matter of time before I become a regular employee. My relationship with Mr Sullivan..."

"If you have a good relationship with Mr Sullivan, you can ask him to do it for you. I have other tasks to complete." I brushed off her arm, showing her no respect.

Because of my departure, the chair shifted, causing her to fall right at my feet, in a position reminiscent of a supplicant. I nonchalantly handed the outline back to her. "If you're asking for my help, I need to complete my own tasks first."

Thepeople around us, having overheard my words, all looked at Stella Foster's disheveled appearance, gossiping about her rumored relationship with Jacob Sullivan.

Our company had a clear policy against office romances, so Stella Foster, trying to save face, emphasized, "I have no relationship with Mr Sullivan!"

After her statement, she glared at me resentfully and left dejectedly.

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An hour before quitting time, while everyone was casually chatting and gossiping, Stella Foster walked up to me with a high-profile attitude. She gave me a friendly smile in front of everyone, saying, "Charlotte, thank you for helping me so much today."

Had she forgotten that I had rejected her earlier in the day?

I stared coldly at her, about to respond, when she surprised me by giving me a big hug. Then, she pretended to answer a phone call and left, making it clear she wasn't interested in giving me a chance to speak.

Strange things were afoot.

The next day, as long as I had any free time, someone constantly asked me to help with their tasks. At first, it was just printing some documents, and out of a desire to maintain good relations with my colleagues, I didn't refuse. But soon after, I received another outline similar to what Stella Foster had given me the day before, asking for help in filling it out. I politely declined them all.