NovelEnglishChapter 475: As Marissa reached for her phone, the elevator doors slid open. Without a glance at Franco or Rita, she stepped out decisively and made her way to the stairwell, seeking a secluded spot to eavesdrop on Clarissa.
Watching her leave, Franco muttered under his breath, "How rude! How unprofessional! I'm your boss. I haven't even left the elevator yet. How dare you walk out like that?" Then, remembering something, he called out to Marissa's departing figure, "Tiffany, where are you going? I'm supposed to show you around our workspace. Who's going to see it if you're not there?" Marissa, not looking back, casually waved her hand. “Let Rita substitute me," she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the stairwell.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFranco clicked his tongue, a mix of anger and resignation coloring his tone. In his mind, Tiffany was wasting her potential. At her age, Dr. Finley had already beca global legend in the chip industry, while Tiffany seemed lost.
He couldn't understand Arabella's favoritism towards Tiffany, a woman who lacked initiative and couldn't do anything right. Arabella had even coerced Connor into marrying her. Franco pitied his cousin deeply.
Determined, Franco planned to befriend Dr. Finley and introduce her to Connor, convinced that once Connor met such an exceptional woman, he would let Tiffany go. Joziah had once described Dr. Finley as not only charming but also a dedicated workaholic. In Franco's eyes, she was a goddess, the epitof perfection, almost celestial in her grace.
Updates loaded now at galReflecting on this, Franco felt an increased eagerness to meet Dr. Finley. His heart was a tumultuous mix of anxiety and disappointment as he pondered when he might finally meet his idol face-to-face.
Collecting his thoughts, Franco turned to Rita, poised to take her on a tour of the office. However, before he could speak, Rita's flat tone cut through the air. "Mr. Britt, why do you resemble a stupid kid from middle school? This isn't the image of a high-tech elite." Stunned into silence, Franco struggled for a response. Was he really acting like a stupid kid from middle school? He couldn't accept that image of himself. Trying to regain his composure, Franco cleared his throat awkwardly. "Rita, it's not typical ofto seem so stupid. Tiffany has been getting under my skin,” he explained, standing taller in an attempt to exude calm and maturity.
"Letshow you where Tiffany sits," he added, leading the way with a renewed sense of purpose, with Rita trailing behind him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Marissa slipped through the door to the stairwell, finding herself alone. She cranked up her phone's volto the maximum, keenly listening to the sounds coming from Clarissa's end.
The locating software indicated that Clarissa was in the president's office at the top of the Peridot Consortium building. With the office presumably sealed shut, no ambient sounds leaked through-only Clarissa's voice, which was fierce and explosive.
Clarissa maintained a facade of refinement whenever Buwas around, but behind closed doors, she becnoticeably irritable, her language coarse and unrefined. Earlier, while Franco had been with her, Marissa hadn't heard what Clarissa had said, missing the reason behind her fury. However, once Marissa tuned in, it becclear that Clarissa was furiously berating Tiffany.
From Clarissa's tone, it was evident she despised Tiffany deeply. “Tiffany Nash, you bitch! I swear you'll suffer horribly. You fucking bitch! How dare you lay claim to what's mine! Ugh! I'm the one boss raised personally. I'm the rightful daughter here. Who do you think you are? Don't even dream about..." After her tirade, Marissa heard the sound of something breaking-clearly, Clarissa was releasing her anger by shattering glassware or porcelain. Frowning, Marissa pondered the depth of Clarissa's animosity towards Tiffany. Just the day before, Clarissa had mistaken her for Tiffany and accused her of stealing someone else's father. Marissa speculated whether Tiffany, too, aspired to be considered the boss's daughter, fueling Clarissa's jealousy.
Why would Tiffany desire such title? The content is onnovelenglish.net! Who exactly was Clarissa's boss?
Marissa strained to identify the source, trying to discern if it wasn related to the ongoing commotion or something entirely different
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