It’s Sophie Wilson again!
In her own office, Grace Wilson was grinding her teeth with anger.
What’s so great about that child born of a mistress?
Grace Wilson gathered her things, pushed down the fire in her heart, and put on her fake mask before walking out of the office.
Her assistant Amelia Cooper immediately came up and asked, "Supervisor, where are you going?"
"There’s some business outside that needs handling." As soon as Grace Wilson spoke, Amelia Cooper started with the flattery.
"Oh dear, with the sun so bright, Supervisor, are you personally going out?" Amelia Cooper’s exaggerated voice rang out high, causing many in the office area to sneer internally.
Can they go into the sun, but Grace Wilson can’t?
Is Grace Wilson that much more noble than them?
And this is still her family’s company!
"Sigh, can’t be helped, the company is short-staffed now." Grace Wilson sighed helplessly, "Someone doesn’t come to work, and the tasks pile up for other colleagues... Anyway, I’ll be off now."
After her performance, Grace Wilson hurried off, but her words hinted clearly to the employees.
Wasn’t she just saying Sophie Wilson didn’t come to work?
Lately, the head office has been in close contact with the branches, especially with those responsible for President Payten’s building renovations, and the colleagues naturally know Sophie Wilson hasn’t been coming to work these past few days, leaving her tasks to be handled by others.
Previously, not having interacted with Sophie Wilson, they always thought Grace Wilson, Supervisor Wilson, to be gentle and kind, but now... Why does Grace Wilson seem rather fake?
Being two-faced is uncomfortable.
Once she left the company, Grace Wilson could no longer hold up her fake mask, and it dropped with a clatter as she walked forward angrily.
She wished every heavy step could stomp on Sophie Wilson’s head, making it explode.
"Oh!" Grace Wilson, focused on her gloomy march, suddenly bumped into someone and fell to the ground.
The stinging pain in her palm made her, already irritable, burst out in rage: "Are you blind? Rushing to reincarnate?"
Even if Grace Wilson was the one who bumped into someone first, had she been accidentally bumped by someone else and been cursed , they’d have been angry long ago.
But unexpectedly, the person Grace Wilson bumped into had an incredibly good temper: "Are you okay?"
Such gentle concern, along with the outstretched hand before her, made Grace Wilson surprised.
Clearly, the reaction was completely beyond Grace Wilson’s expectations, causing her to rein in her anger, her gaze traveling up along the well-maintained fair and delicate arm.
Suddenly, Grace Wilson’s eyes widened in shock, her fingers trembly pointing at the woman in front: "You, you, you are..."
Even wearing sunglasses and a sun hat couldn’t make Grace mistake the idol she’s pursued for so many years.
Grace Wilson’s heart was pounding with excitement, her cheeks flushed.
Watching Grace Wilson tremble all over with excitement, Ophelia Wilson softly smiled, placing her lipstick-stained finger gently against her plump lips and softly whispered, "Don’t call out."
"Mmm, mmm." Grace Wilson, thrilled, covered her lips, pressing all her excited screams back, nodding repeatedly.
"Let’s get you up first." Ophelia Wilson smiled and helped Grace Wilson up, frowning delicately at her slightly scraped palm, "Let me take you to get bandaged, so it doesn’t get infected."