The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 59

Chapter 59:

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Corrine’s striking appearance made her a topic of discussion, with many quick to dismiss her as merely having a beautiful face without any real substance.

Whispers rippled through the office.

“Isn’t the chairman’s last name Ford? Would he let an outsider manage the company?”

“She looks barely twenty-two or twenty-three. Isn’t she too young for such a position?”

“Do you think she has some special connection with the chairman?”

A woman holding a steaming mug interrupted their speculations.

“Don’t be deceived by surface appearances. She’s a Holland by name, but a favorite of the chairman. Admitted to a prestigious business school at sixteen, she led the Bright Pharmaceuticals acquisition at eighteen. Her achievements are far more impressive than you might imagine.” Her voice carried a decisive tone.

“Instead of gossiping, focus on protecting your own positions.”

With that parting shot, she pivoted on her heel, the sharp clicks of her high heels echoing down the hall.

The remaining group stared after her, momentarily stunned. One of them finally broke the silence.

“Who was that? What department is she from?”

“Never seen her before. Must be one of the new interns.”

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At the CEO’s office, a knock echoed against the door, followed by a cool, composed voice from inside.

“Come in.”

The woman with the coffee mug stepped inside.

“Miss Holland, here’s your coffee.”

Corrine, hearing the familiar voice, looked up. Her eyes widened in surprise as recognition dawned.

“Natasha?”

Her face lit up with the unmistakable joy of seeing an old friend.

Corrine’s mind briefly wandered back. After their scholastic assessment test years ago, Natasha Dixon had left to study abroad with the Ford family’s support. Though…

They had occasionally stayed in touch, but Corrine had resigned herself to the idea that Natasha wouldn’t return. And yet, here she was, back where they had started.

“Miss Holland, long time no see,” Natasha said, her eyes glimmering with a smile at their reunion. She quickly collected herself.

“Not all the board members are present. Should the meeting proceed as planned?”

Corrine considered for a moment.

“Prepare for the meeting. We’ll start in ten minutes.”

Ten minutes later, Corrine strode into the conference room, Natasha following closely behind.

The spacious room was sparsely occupied; besides the department executives, only a handful of board members were present. As she entered, everyone rose in unison, greeting her with respectful formality.

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