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.

He still had one last

menacingly toward Rowena,

in the conference room who'd just been mocking Seafarer

rushed over to Victor, desperate

has been absolutely committed to a fair, transparent selection process. There's been no

with an icy impatience, his voice heavy with

ushered back in to

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

voice sliced through the silence, cold and

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

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

about your so-called subjectivity. For instance, what is it you dislike so

could barely breathe-he felt like someone was squeezing the life out of

and suddenly he collapsed to

again! Please, just give me another

to Jonathan, who was standing to the side looking utterly lost. "You

and strolled

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