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However, her reminder did prompt me to check on the project that had been snatched from me.
Back in my office, I turned on my computer.
An email from lan was waiting for me.
[Looking forward to our continued partnership.]
I arched an eyebrow; lan had acted swiftly.
His influence was palpable even from afar, reaffirming my choice to align with him.
As anticipated, during the board meeting in the afternoon, Jack slammed a stack of papers onto the conference table with a bang.
He berated Tiffany harshly.
“Can’t you manage even the simplest task? What use are you? Do you realize how much this has cost us?”
His hand smacked the table repeatedly in frustration.
Tiffany burst into tears again.
“I don’t know what happened. Everything was on track, and then today, they just said no to signing.”
The shareholders started murmuring.
“We should’ve kept the project with Ms. Spencer from the beginning, instead of switching horses midstream.”
“Tears won’t fix incompetence.”
I savored my coffee, silently commending lan’s efficiency.once again
Jace, now seated, massaged his temples, signaling for Tiffany to leave.
She was no longer welcome in these strategic discussions.
The board members didn’t hold back their criticisms, some even issuing veiled threats to Jack.
Ultimately, I ended up taking over all of Tiffany’s projects.
As she exited, she couldn’t resist a parting shot.
“I am Dad’s daughter. One day, everything here will be mine.”
I pondered where she sourced her audacity, treating corporate politics like a kindergarten squabble.
Now that I had begun to strike back, I was determined she’d never regain her footing.
To collect evidence, I moved back into that suffocating mansion.
In the stillness of the night, I discreetly placed a voice recorder beneath the study desk.
I was aware Tiffany had been frequenting the study, lingering there for extended periods.
She was likely pleading with Jack to reinstate her in the company.
As I worked in the living room, like the past few days, Tiffany walked out, with her face etched with defeat.
My apparent calmness only fueled her rage as she caught sight of me.
“Don’t get too cocky!”
I gave a cold laugh.
“Give some people an inch, and they’ll take a mile.”
Tiffany shot me a venomous look. Before she could retort, Jack’s voice called out from the study.
“Zooey, come in here for a moment.”
I thought, “Perfect timing. I was just wondering how to get in there.”
“You know, Tiffany wants to return to the company. Go talk to those shareholders and get them to accept her back.”
He was using me to pave the way for his illegitimate daughter.
Feigning anger, I slapped the table, the sound masking my retrieval of the voice recorder.
My voice was thick with fury.
“How much has she already cost us? You’re well aware! Bringing her back? Is that your plan to ruin the Spencer Group?”
Jack detested opposition, and my defiance was pushing his patience.
He exploded in anger.
“We’re family! Why can’t we support each other? She’s your sister!”
I scoffed. “Just a foster child. Why should I care?”
He jabbed a finger towards me, launching into a tirade.
Essentially, he insisted I sway those seasoned executives to readmit Tiffany, regardless of the means.
As I left, I left him with a warning.
“You’ll regret this.”
