Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 972

Chapter 972:

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Kayla dared not complain. She nodded before hastily dashing out, silently dreading damage to her future employment prospects in Baythorn.

The HR director, unsurprised by Kayla’s decision, remained impassive.

He addressed the remaining applicants.

“The Sanderson Group does not tolerate discrimination against individuals with disabilities. Those who have made inappropriate comments are free to leave. Regardless of how long you wait, it won’t change the outcome. We will review the surveillance footage, and if your remarks were out of line, you’ll be disqualified from the hiring process.”

Those who had spoken harshly earlier now shed tears, filled with remorse for their outbursts. The extensive selection process they had gone through to secure this interview opportunity had been ruined by their reckless words.

At this moment, Gussie finally realized the magnitude of the opportunity that had landed in her lap. She felt a pang of regret for not thanking Harlee once more. She promised herself that, at their next meeting, she would express her gratitude properly, hoping to do so from a position of newfound success.

In the exclusive elevator, Harlee pressed the 66th-floor button and then moved to a corner to retrieve her phone. She made a call to Brice.

“Check your email. I’ve sent you a resume. This candidate is a hidden gem.”

“Is she a genius?” Brice responded, his voice alive with curiosity.

“Comparable to David?”

Harlee took a moment before answering, “With proper guidance, she could lead a studio with the same standing as Janessa Studio in the future.”

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Brice nearly let his phone slip from his hand in his excitement.

Capable of leading a studio with Janessa Studio’s standing? This meant this very talent could rival Harlee’s.

Tears formed in Brice’s eyes from the revelation.

At last, he wouldn’t have to rely on Harlee’s designs just to maintain his professional reputation.

Brice asked eagerly, “Miss Sanderson, is it alright if I contact her today?” The thought of adding such talent to the group filled him with anticipation.

A day? He couldn’t even stand to wait another thirty minutes.

Harlee responded indifferently, “Handle it as you see fit.” After ending the call, Harlee casually started playing a match-three game, completely uninterested in the impending board meeting.

Meanwhile, Rhys sat in his study, his morning consumed by staring at his phone.

At 9 a.m., after two hours of hesitation, he finally decided to call Harlee.

To his shock, the call connected, but before he could utter a word, Harlee coldly interrupted, “We don’t need any further contact.”

Harlee hung up abruptly. Rhys tried to call back, only to find his number blocked.

Attempts from over a dozen different numbers also failed to connect.

Feeling despondent, like a child who had just lost his treasured possession, Rhys remained seated, unresponsive to Anika’s continuous knocking.

At this point, Rhys had already uncovered most of Anika’s secrets.

He was one move away from dismantling her entire influence network, so he felt less compelled to consider her emotions.

His recent acts of defense and affection toward Anika were merely strategies to ensure that Harlee saw him in the worst light, causing her to lose all trust in him.

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