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

gaze darted menacingly toward Rowena, making his

in the conference room who'd just been

adjourned, Jonathan rushed over to Victor, desperate to explain

group has been absolutely committed to a fair,

him off with an icy impatience, his voice

Carlson was ushered back in

nearly touched his chest, unable to

sliced through the silence, cold and razor-sharp. "Subjectivity, was

froze, a chill running from his feet to his scalp, his mouth opening and closing

long fingers holding his phone, which he

lips. "Tell me about your so-called subjectivity. For instance, what is it you

could barely breathe-he felt like someone

eyes, and suddenly he collapsed to his

it again! Please, just give me another chance. I'll have no preferences, no

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

adjusted his jacket, and strolled out with a slow,

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