On the way home, Ariel Chandler wore a cold expression as she looked at the fleeting scenery outside the window, feeling quite depressed.
Is it possible there’s really something going on?
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have said those things, hinting that she should pay attention.
Back at home, Ariel went inside and headed upstairs.
"Madam, why are you home so early today?" the servant asked with concern.
She didn’t answer and quickly went upstairs into the study.
She opened her computer and typed "R-Alan Vice President" into the search bar, then hit enter.
The screen showed an image of a young woman in a black blazer, arms crossed, lips slightly curved, with a look of determination and competence in her eyes.
Her name was Monica Usher...
Through the internet, Ariel learned that this woman was once a fervent admirer of Justin Kingston’s, is a Vice President at the Kingston Group, and had caused a stir by wearing a wedding dress to a high-profile wedding, reportedly raised by Justin’s mother as a child bride.
She really has a high rank! And she’s bold!
Ariel felt a sense of crisis, realizing that this woman was not just some naive girl.
Upon checking her educational background, it was astonishing—far exceeding that of her own husband, Lydia Ingram!
With such an impressive resume, why would she want to come to R-Alan?
This was something Ariel couldn’t figure out; the more she thought about it, the more she felt her position as Mrs. Ingram was being threatened.
In the online photos, Monica Usher had a tall, curvy figure, long past the stage of youthful innocence, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
And that allure wasn’t just about her attire—it came from her work experience and accumulation of knowledge.
Ariel also found a video online of her and Lydia Ingram attending a press conference, surrounded by a crowd of reporters, both appearing composed. Their conversation and demeanor, their presence, were things Ariel couldn’t emulate.
In the video, Lydia Ingram and Monica Usher actually seemed to match a bit.
The more Ariel watched, the more jealous she became. After two years of marriage, she still hadn’t attended any public event with him; she felt like a woman being kept in a gilded cage.
She had the marriage certificate, but she had no opportunity to assert her sovereignty.
Ariel coldly stared at Monica Usher’s photo, angrily closing the laptop!
Filled with frustration inside, this woman couldn’t stay at R-Alan! She couldn’t stay by Monica’s side!
The Kingston Group, a place that carried the dreams of countless young people.
Hailey Hale picked up her takeout at the downstairs lobby entrance, "Thank you." Holding the large bag, she turned and went upstairs.
For some reason, she suddenly had a particularly strong craving for desserts, an irresistible urge.
So she ordered a whole bunch from Meituan.
After going upstairs to the Vice President’s office, she placed the bag on Barbara Sutton’s desk and started taking items out, "Barbara, have some as well."
Barbara Sutton looked up and saw her taking out sweet red bean soup, ginger milk pudding, double-skin milk, beauty-enhancing sago, small cakes... and three servings of tiramisu.
She also ordered two cups of Tea House.
"..." Barbara Sutton was taken aback, "Can you finish all of this?"
"Try a bit of everything, take whatever you like, don’t be shy." Hailey Hale pulled over a chair, sat across from her, "I don’t know why, but I just have a craving for these lately."
Barbara Sutton cast an envious look at her, remembering that she was the mayor’s daughter.
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Even eating in the Kingston Group’s office during work hours, no one would say anything to her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hailey Hale said, munching on tiramisu, blinking her eyes, "Hurry and eat, don’t all girls love these?"
"Thank you." Barbara Sutton was indeed tempted; she took a cup of milk tea, inserted a straw, and didn’t say much more.
She just felt that the distance between people was destined from birth, unrelated to later efforts.
Hailey Hale showed considerable stamina, eating item after item as if she hadn’t eaten in a long time, and her eating manners were not exactly graceful.
Barbara Sutton also tasted a piece of tiramisu; its texture was excellent, the kind that melts in your mouth.
Twenty minutes later, only a small piece of cake was left on the table.
Hailey Hale gathered the trash into the bag, "Why don’t you finish this piece?" As she spoke, she let out a satisfied burp.
Barbara Sutton quickly shook her head, "I really can’t eat anymore, thank you."
Hailey Hale pondered for a moment, "Then let’s give it to Finn Morgan." She then grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth, stood up with the small cake, and left.