Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 968

Chapter 968:

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Harlee’s roles as an engineer and designer at the National Aerospace Agency meant little to Alden. What truly mattered was her status as the gem of the Sanderson family.

Moving toward the private elevator, Harlee glanced at Brenton and said, “Brenton, I’d like to walk around on my own. Let everyone return to their duties.”

Brenton glanced at those executives, who promptly nodded and dispersed. Turning to Harlee, he asked, “Would you like a tour first? I can show you around.”

Harlee shook her head and said, “No. I’d prefer to explore on my own.”

With that, she pulled out a cap and adjusted it snugly on her head.

“It’s easier if I’m alone.”

Brenton quickly grasped her purpose. She intended to discreetly observe the genuine culture and dynamics of the Sanderson Group. This approach would undoubtedly provide her with deeper insights into the organization.

“Alright, go ahead. I’ll be waiting for you on the top floor,” he said.

On the eighth floor lay the Sanderson Group’s recruitment area.

The company’s monthly hiring event was in full swing, with the space bustling with applicants.

Each role attracted nearly twenty hopefuls.

Returning from the restroom, Gussie mustered the courage to ask another candidate how far along the line she was. Learning that six people were ahead of her, she retreated to a quiet corner.

Closing her eyes, Gussie mentally rehearsed answers to possible interview questions, going over them again and again.

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Even with all her preparations, Uneasiness lingered. Swallowing hard, Gussie tried to steady her nerves with deep, measured breaths.

Nearby, a candidate who had just arrived glanced around the room.

Failing to spot any vacant seats, her gaze eventually settled on Gussie.

“Well, if it isn’t Gussie! Aren’t you the girl with the bad leg from school? We were classmates, remember? Can’t believe you’re here for an interview with the Sanderson Group too!”

The speaker, clad in designer attire and towering heels, was one of Gussie’s high school peers and had once joined others in tormenting her.

The room’s attention shifted at the mention of Gussie’s disability.

Curious eyes turned toward her, their stares heavy with judgment.

Gussie, naturally reserved and easily plagued by self-doubt, wished desperately to disappear.

Many of the candidates began to gossip about Gussie’s disability, showing little concern for whether she appreciated being the topic of their conversation.

“Oh my. She really doesn’t have a left leg. That’s shocking.”

“Would a company like the Sanderson Group even hire someone like that? Honestly, I wouldn’t want to work with someone disabled. It’d be so inconvenient.”

“Exactly! I had a disabled classmate in college—so much trouble!”

Each remark was like a sharp sting, leaving Gussie more distressed with every passing second.

Gussie’s high school classmate, Kayla Carter, had orchestrated everything from the shadows. Kayla seamlessly blended with the spectators, her icy smile betraying the satisfaction she felt while watching Gussie struggle to mask her limp.

“Serves you right,” Kayla muttered disdainfully to herself, “How dare someone like you presume to stand on the same level as me?”

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