The True Heiress's Return

Chapter 306

It was lunchtime, and Shakira and her friends were waiting for Xanthe in their usual spot in the cafeteria.

Usually, Xanthe was the first to arrive to grab a seat and fret over what to eat that day. But today, after waiting for about fifteen minutes, Xanthe still hadn't shown up.

Rachel tilted its head and took out her talking pen. "Isn't Xanthe having lunch today?" Shakira tried to call Xanthe. She dialed twice, but there was no answer. It was the first time she couldn't reach Xanthe.

Shakira stood up, "You guys eat first, I'm going to check the finance department." Rachel and Larry exchanged a glance. "I'll go too."

Larry walked over to the takeout area. "You guys go ahead, I'll pack some food for her and bring it over later." Shakira nodded. "Okay."

Many employees brought their lunches. By the time Shakira got to the finance department, many were eating at their desks, occasionally glancing in one direction. As Shakira arrived, she faintly heard yelling coming from a nearby cubicle. She frowned and asked a colleague near the entrance, "Excuse me, is Xanthe here?" The colleague looked surprised. "You're looking for Xanthe?"

He pointed towards the frosted glass cubicle where the shouting was coming from. "She's in there getting reprimanded. If you're looking for her, you might want to come back another time; I don't think she'll be out anytime soon."

Even from about thirty feet away, the furious scolding was impossible to block out, not to mention how suffocating it must be inside.

Rachel asked with her talking pen, "Is Xanthe being yelled at in there?" The colleague shook his head with sympathy. "Yes, it's been over half an hour already."

Shakira's expression turned serious when she heard that. Under the astonished looks of those around her, she walked directly toward the cubicle. Even Rachel following her was taken aback.

She then grasped what Shakira wanted to do but quickly hurried to catch up. Shakira alone might not have enough influence, and Rachel wanted to help out.

the nameplate in front of the cubicle and, without a word, pushed the door open. The loud, harsh scolding inside reverberated

are from Crescentville University, but a student like you only brings embarrassment to the school. Or did you cheat in the exams with shady tricks..." Steven said. "Steven,

Shakira appeared just like an angel at Xanthe's breaking point, coming in to bring her

into Shakira arms, finally releasing the pent-up emotions

halfway through last night, but when I opened it today, everything was gone..." Xanthe said. Xanthe was sobbing inconsolably. "You have

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that name, Shakira looked serious. She gently patted Xanthe's back, soothing her

a cold glance, which made Steven's

that this girl, who barges in so suddenly, actually has such

age

distracted before quickly straightening bis expression, making himself look authoritative by clasping his

do you think you can do whatever you want here? Steven asked. Shakira sneered, "Wasn't it you who

is none of your

her harsh insults and personal attacks. What would the HR department of the Lopez Group, known for its elite and disciplined system, think of you scolding your

repeatedly embarrassed by Shakira, was red with rage. "You! Which department are you from? Bring your

to stick up for someone? She should realize her standing' "Marketing department, Shakira." Shakira placed her ID badge on the table. "You

with you!" Steven picked up the phone

stopping Steven from proceeding. "Steven, this has nothing to do with Shakira. Don't talk to her manager; it's all my fault."

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