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Ophelia nodded slightly and said, "Then I think you're not suited for your position."
"What do you mean? What gives you the right to say that?" Cecilia asked, feeling amused. She approached
Ophelia and noticed the light pink scar on her forehead, and immediately showed a look of understanding.
Cecilia mused, "The scar on her forehead was probably from failing to get Mr. Sinclair's attention.
Cecilia stated, "If I'm not the right fit for this role, then who is? You're merely a pawn, brought in by the Carnegies
to forge a connection with the Sinclair Group.
"Do you genuinely believe that acquiring the title of Mrs. Sinclair makes you superior? Ms. Spencer, don't let your
head swell. I've had the benefit of studying abroad, and | am more qualified for this position than you are."
Cecilia raised her chin, her sharp voice immediately attracting the attention of several staff members who had
just cout of the pantry.
Someone asked, "Cecilia, who made you so upset?"
Another one said, "Well, Cecilia, take it easy."
The two staff members put down their cups and stood beside Cecilia,
one on each side.
Their gaze fell upon Ophelia across the room. She was dressed casually but attractive, with a decent sense of
style.
However, her attire was unremarkable, devoid of any recognizable brand names, and she wasn't carrying a
handbag. The staff members surmised that she was likely an impoverished college student attending an
interview, who had inadvertently offended Cecilia. One of the staff members remarked, "Honestly, these days it
seems like anyone can interview for a designer position at Glimmer Jewelry. Cecilia, don't waste your energy
getting mad at someone like that. It's not worth it."
The other staff member remained silent, scrutinizing Ophelia. She felt Ophelia seemed somewhat familiar.
However, Ophelia looked at Cecilia calmly.
Ophelia then said, "Firstly, as the HR Director, you haven't even looked over the interviewee's details. Secondly,
even if you weren't in the country before, you should have acquainted yourself with local designers. "You're not
concerned about embarrassing your father by getting this position through connections, are you?"
"What are you talking about? | didn't use any connections to get this job! Who the hell are you?" Cecilia retorted,
her fists clenched, and anger simmered inside her.
Just then, Lily cover with the company head, Calvin Sampson.
The staff members greeted Calvin, "Hi, Mr. Sampson."
Upon seeing Calvin, Cecilia held herself back from striking Ophelia.
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Calvin, in his thirties, had his hair slicked back. His deep blue suit exuded quality, perfectly portraying the image
of a company executive,
Calvin said to Ophelia, "Hello, Ms. Spencer. | was busy handling something and couldn't personally come
downstairs to meet you. My apologies."
Cecilia was taken aback, wondering, 'Why is Mr. Sampson being so polite to her?*
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"Lily, who is that?" the woman next to Cecilia asked, grabbing Lily's arm.
"Our new CEO! Isn't she cool?" Lily gushed, admiration in her eyes.
All three looked completely bewildered.
Cecilia froze instantly.
The woman who had spoken rudely to Ophelia earlier looked stunned and asked, "Is she the new CEO of our
company?"
The woman thought, 'Damn it! This is really bad. I've just offended the new CEO!"
The other staff member slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "I remember now! She's the founder of La Reverie,
Ophelia!" The woman asked, "What? Are you talking about the La Reverie that makes evening gowns? Is she the
founder?" The two exchanged a glance, unconsciously swallowing, as their eyes turned to Cecilia standing in the
middle. No wonder Ophelia was so certain earlier that Cecilia hadn't reviewed the interviewees" info.
That was why Ophelia claimed Cecilia didn't know much about local designers.
It turned out Cecilia had really secured the position because of her connections, not her skills.
Feeling their gazes on her, Cecilia felt humiliated. Just moments ago, she was acting all high and mighty, and
now she wished she could escape from this place immediately. Cecilia glared at Ophelia's retreating figure,
remembering all too well how she had been embarrassed twice because of Ophelia.
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Ophelia was just here to take a look, since Glimmer Jewelry was a long-established company with its own
creative vision and business channels.
The company was operating efficiently, so Ophelia didn't need to intervene. She entrusted its management to
the capable Calvin.
She planned to meet Kenneth for lunch.
She wanted to learn more about the main processes and procedures related to real estate development.
The top-floor office of Sinclair Tower, bright and spacious, was filled with a tense and uneasy atmosphere.
Seated at the desk, Kenneth was bathed in light that poured in from the window. His face was split into a bright,
warm half and a dark, intense half, mirroring the duality of his character. Everyone else remained quiet, not
daring to make a sound or meet Kenneth's intimidating gaze.
Kenneth tapped his long fingers rhythmically against the armrest of his chair.
Each tap struck directly at the hearts of his subordinates.,
Just then, Mark's phone suddenly rang.
In that instant, Mark felt a chill run down his spine.
He wondered, 'Who on earth is callingat this time? Oh no, I'm doomed!"
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The moment Mark took out his phone, he immediately felt relieved.
It was Ophelia. Mark felt like she was his savior at the moment.
Mark picked up the phone and answered, "Hello, Ms. Spencer. Well, why did you call me?" His voice trembled
uncontrollably.
Ophelia said, "Has Kenneth had lunch yet?"
Her voice was as sweet and gentle as ever.
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Kenneth's demeanor becsignificantly more relaxed than it had been previously, which helped to alleviate
the anxiety of his nervous staff.
"No..." Mark replied.
Ophelia explained, "Why are you so nervous? | tried calling Kenneth, but his phone's off, so | called you."
Feeling Kenneth's cold gaze, Mark gulped, wishing he could just take the call with the phone right at Kenneth's
ear.
Mark said, "I'll give the phone to Mr. Sinclair right away."
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Ophelia remarked, "No, thanks. If he hasn't had lunch, I'll go over later."
Kenneth's extended hand froze mid-air.
His previously relaxed face turned gloomy again.
The next second, the meeting room's atmosphere beceven more intense.
Upon arriving with the packed lunch, Ophelia observed the executives hastily leaving the meeting room, their
urgency suggesting they would have preferred to flee through the windows if possible. Kenneth wore a well-fitted
dark patterned suit. He walked out of the conference room as if he hadn't noticed Ophelia, heading straight back
to his office.
Ophelia asked, "Is Kenneth in a bad mood?"
Mark pressed his lips tightly together. Then he pleaded, "Ms. Spencer, please don't talk to me. Have smercy
on me." Just by looking at Mark's expression, Ophelia could pretty much guess it. She complained in her heart,
‘Does Kenneth get jealous over everything?"
Then Ophelia pushed the door open and entered Kenneth's office, seeing him sitting with a stern face in his
chair, eyes closed, and his brows tightly knit.
Ophelia remarked, "Mr. Sinclair, showinga cold shoulder during our relationship is not a positive behavior."
Calling him "Mr. Sinclair" was definitely fanning the flames.
Kenneth suddenly opened his eyes to look at Ophelia.
Meeting his gloomy gaze, Ophelia couldn't help but laugh.
She found him to be incredibly childish.
"I'm here to bring you lunch and check on your work to see if you're slacking off," Ophelia teased.
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"So, you've seen everything," said Kenneth.
His voice still carried a strong sense of displeasure.
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"Well, Mr. Sinclair, you must be tired from working hard. Do you wantto give you a relaxing massage?"
Ophelia placed the lunch on the marble dining table. Then she walked behind Kenneth. Her fingers hadn't even
touched his temples before he caught her hand.
Kenneth said, "I don't accept this kind of gesture."
He looked up at Ophelia with dissatisfaction.