He asked his assistant to bring a small blanket and placed it over Summer Monroe’s legs: "Sister Monroe, the air conditioning is on indoors, it’s a bit chilly, it’s better to cover yourself."
Summer accepted his gesture but didn’t forget the purpose of her visit.
"Franklin, if you need money, just ask your sister-in-law, why must you disrupt the company’s regulations?"
Franklin Ford feigned confusion: "What do you mean by that, Sister Monroe?"
"I neither hindered the company’s operations nor borrowed the company’s design department staff, nor did I neglect my main job. Sister Monroe, why not tell me where my actions violated any rules?"
When Franklin said this, he was still smiling, but unlike Summer, his smile was full of provocation.
Is this about to tear the facade?
Evelyn Clayton started to sketch on her tablet; in this tense atmosphere, her inspiration suddenly surged, quickly outlining the scene before her.
After further refinement, Evelyn believes this piece will attract a lot of admirers.
Art comes from life, which can be either beautiful or messy.
Anyway, the audience can only see the refined version.
Evelyn is not at all worried about being recognized by these two.
The relaxed air dissipated, and in the few minutes Evelyn was engrossed in her creation, the tension between the two in front of her became increasingly obvious.
"You’re occupying the company’s space, as well as water and electricity." Summer found a loophole but saw Franklin’s expression turn disdainful.
"Has my sister-in-law forgotten that I also own shares in The Ford Group? Though small, I’m still a shareholder; I wouldn’t be denied an office," he replied. Content originally comes from novelꞁire.net
Summer said sternly: "But nothing you’re doing is for the company."
At that moment, she had already walked into Franklin’s trap.
He resumed calling her "Sister Monroe," plotting calmly: "The design team I established is under The Ford Group, affiliated with its design department, how can you say I am not striving for the company?"
In this battle, Summer lost completely.
Franklin was well-prepared; his words not only left Summer speechless but also silenced dissenters within the company, while proving to Evelyn that he wasn’t incapable of making decisions.
Summer might not be exceptional in the company’s development, but in terms of understanding people and schemes, she was more skilled than anyone present.
Any further questioning would be pointless at this stage.
"So it was all just a misunderstanding." Summer flipped her hair, gazing at Franklin’s sly, narrow eyes: "It’s good to have ideas, Franklin. I got worried after hearing rumors in the company. After all, The Ford Group is his last legacy to me, and I must guard it for your brother... Well, I hope this won’t cause any discord between us, Franklin."
After their exchange, they donned their masks of hypocrisy once more.
Franklin nodded: "Of course, Sister Monroe has always been so good to me; how could I distance myself over something trivial?"
Once Summer left, Evelyn couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Franklin’s sarcastic remarks were quite amusing.
After leaving Franklin’s office, Summer vented her pent-up anger on her assistant.
"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"
The assistant kept their head down, coffee trickling from their hair down to their neck, without daring to move.
Summer’s anger was not easily abated; her defeat stemmed from a lack of information.
With this realization, she suddenly looked at her assistant and asked, "Who approved Franklin’s affiliation status?"