Chapter 242

Wendy finally felt vindicated as she saw the results-her earlier frustration melted away into pure relief.

Her intuition had been spot on.

Maybe last time, when the company's golden boy helped her and Isadora avoid that round of drinks, it could've been a coincidence.

But today? Today's decision was a clear, deliberate act of favoritism.

Wendy glanced at Isadora, her eyes sparkling with envy and admiration.

I wish I had a prince charming looking out for me, too...

"Isadora, Rowena-we won! We actually did it!"

Wendy couldn't hold back her excitement. "See? I told you there was foul play, but no one believed me! Now look-the truth is out. Seafarer Designs really is the

best!"

Abbott's expression darkened, his lips curving into a cold, bitter smile.

if they'd won this round? He still had one last card to

toward Rowena, making his

in the conference room who'd just been mocking Seafarer Designs was suddenly

the meeting adjourned, Jonathan rushed over to Victor, desperate to explain

was up to something. Our group has been absolutely committed to a fair, transparent selection process. There's been no personal

him off with an icy impatience, his voice heavy with authority. "Bring

Carlson was ushered back in to

his head bowed so low it nearly touched his chest, unable to

the silence, cold

feet to his scalp, his mouth opening and closing without a single

chair, then leaned forward, long fingers holding his phone, which he pressed beneath Carlson's chin,

on Victor's lips. "Tell me about your

in the air was suffocating, and Carlson could barely breathe-he felt like someone was squeezing the

and suddenly

Fitzgerald, I swear-I won't do it again! Please, just give me another chance. I'll have no preferences, no bias,

to the side looking utterly lost. "You have two options: deal with him,

Victor stood, adjusted his jacket, and strolled out with

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