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.

they'd won this round? He still had one

gaze darted menacingly toward Rowena, making his intentions

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

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

to something. Our group has been absolutely committed to a fair, transparent selection process.

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

seconds, Carlson was ushered back in

bowed so low it nearly touched his chest, unable

the silence, cold and

chill running from his feet to his scalp, his mouth

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

played on Victor's lips. "Tell me about your so-called subjectivity. For instance, what is it

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

flickered in his eyes, and

give me another chance. I'll have no preferences,

utterly lost. "You have

adjusted his jacket, and strolled out with

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