Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Chapter 224

Projects like this in the political circles often only invited publicly listed companies to participate in the bidding

Especially for large-scale projects like building a railway station, companies had to go through rigorous evaluations before a final candidate was chosen to take charge. "Ms. Spencer, how did we even qualify to be here! And why are we sitting in the front row Cody asked, following closely behind Ophelia, curiosity written all over his face. That's not your question to ask. I want this project," Ophelia replied.

Ch. what?" Cody was stunned, wondering if he had misheard her. Her tone made it sound as casual as picking out a piece of clothing

In Cody's opinion, with their small firm, taking on a project of this scale seemed far-fetched at best.

"Did you bring what I asked for?" Ophelia asked.

"Yes" Cody nodded and was just about to pull the items out of his briefcase when he bumped into someone.

"Can't you watch where you're walking?" he said.

The voice was somewhat familiar.

Cody looked up and immediately recognized the face.

"Andrew Cody frowned slightly.

Andrew, who had been exposed during a job interview at their company, had apparently found employment elsewhere.

Given his qualifications, landing a position at a publicly listed firm wasn't surprising.

"Well, well... it's you," Andrew said with a smug air.

In fact, Andrew had noticed them the moment they walked in.

He hadn't seen any information linking their small, insignificant company to the event.

Did they come here uninvited? Just here for the spectacle? How embarrassing, he thought.

Dressed in a deep purple suit, Andrew stood with his hands in his pockets, head held high, looking down at others with disdainful eyes

"Quite the coincidence," Cody said, glancing at Andrew's seat in the second-to-last row. "So, you're with Fiorda Group! Just joined and already trusted with a project of this magnitude? Your boss must really value you"

Although Cody found Andrew's arrogant demeanor annoying, he kept his tone polite since they had attended the same

school.

the sarcasm,

speaking of this railway station, such a massive undertaking, how could a no-name company like yours even participate in the evaluation? Impossible."

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convinced he

such a tiny company? "You're better than that. Are you even learning anything there? Or getting any chances to showcase your talent? Doesn't seem like it. Andrew said. Andrew glanced at Ophelia. "Honestly, I'm lucky your company

help you out. If you've come to your senses and want to switch companies, I could talk o my manager and get you in as my assistant for a few months. "Learn the ropes, and one day you could be where I am now,"

began, his face flushed

in a company that has nothing to offer? Following a woman, what future can that possibly bring you?" Andrew said, clearly

fury, while Ophelia, on the other hand, remained expressionless,

Andrew called over his

there's a chance we could bring him into our company? Maybe let him assist me for a few months?" Andrew asked. Eliot, who had just finished a phone call, walked over. Around forty years old, he gave Cody and Ophelia a dismissive

think just anyone can waltz into Fioeda

his expression polite and humble, though inwardly he'd been

I meant to help, but things didn't go as

family's financial situation, but... humph... working at such a tiny company? My advice? Leave while you still can, Andrew added with a sneer. At that moment, a commotion arose near

"Mark""

just

What's he

Sinclair Group

hear

quickly turned toward the door, his curiosity piqued. Andrew, clueless about what was happening, followed Eliot's gaze toward

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this Mark?" Andrew asked,

the chief aide to Kenneth of the Sinclair Group. If we can get on his good side, even losing out on this

moving toward the door, with Andrew trailing close behind, momentarily forgetting his earlier mission to humiliate

the crowd around the entrance was so thick he couldn't

on behalf of

Group have its sights on the Westiend Railway Station

"Mark..."

buzzed with activity, resembling a media

his suit, his gaze scanning the crowd as if

entrance instinctively followed his line of

me, coming through, Mark said, walking in the

plastering a wide smile on his face, hands extended in