Chapter 143

"Give it up, Celena. My proposal's a shoo-in. What could you possibly have whipped up in four days? That's not even enough time to get the lay of the land. If I were you, I'd cut my losses and head home—save the humiliation. And it's not just the Stone family watching this time, but the entire board, the whole upper crust of The Stone Group!" Cheryl's voice dripped with scorn as she threw Celena a sidelong glance.

"And I'd skedaddle if I were you, to dodge the shame! What can a washout like you come up with? You're living in a fantasy!" Sherah chimed in, standing triumphantly by Cheryl's side, her earlier grievances with Celena in the little courtyard long forgotten in her moment of gloating.

The Stone family members lingered at the entrance, their faces twisted in scorn as they sneered at Celena. They already made up their minds about which proposal they had back, having pored over both documents beforehand. One proposal was a masterpiece of precision, while the other was laughably amateurish, its contents as substantial as doodles on a napkin. It was painfully obvious which one was Celena's, everyone knew she couldn't possibly craft anything worthwhile.

"Why even bother with a formal vote?" one of them scoffed.

"Even a child could spot the better proposal!"

"Does Celena even grasp the concept of quality? To strut in here with such misplaced confidence, daring to await the verdict!"

and the Stone clan's jeers, Celena kept her head down, her focus inward, trying to block

were submitted, the company disguised them in identical folders, leaving both her and Cheryl in the dark about which was which. However,

meticulously applied her makeup, her red lips and arched brows complementing the pristine white dress and black heels she wore. She sat in poised silence, a vision of elegance, like a celestial being

just finished looking over the two proposals, and the difference was night and day. With every word she read, his irritation with Celena deepened. They were both his daughters, but how could

gave up on Celena. Some people were

Mr. Stone said, his voice composed and

hushed conversations filled the room before the voting started. Celena's heart raced with nerves, while Cheryl exuded

the votes were

the floor with nearly ninety percent of the votes. The margin

a slight smile play on his lips. "Well then, I'll announce

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