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    In fact, Julio had no intention of coercing Eileen into speaking; he had raised his voice only because he had been too eager for the answer. Bryan, however, didn’t care about his reasons. He believed Julio had no right to direct his frustration at Eileen.


    After some time, Julioposed himself. “Mr. Dawson, I apologize for my rashness. This is a personal matter, and I will deal with it on my own.”


    “Best of luck, Mr. Ferguson. For work-rted issues, please coordinate with Eileen online. And avoid private meetings unless absolutely necessary. She has a lot on her te,” Bryan said as he stood, his hand gently sliding down Eileen’s arm to hold her hand.


    As they were about to leave, Gabri dashed over, her arms stretched wide for a hug.


    Bryan stooped to lift Gabri into his arms, one hand still holding Eileen’s, the other cradling the child. He gave Julio a brief nod.


    “If you need any assistance, feel free to reach out to Raymond. He’ll be able to help.”


    Raymond stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. Bryan refused to let Julio bother his wife, but he was more than willing to let Julio bother his assistant?


    “Certainly, Mr. Ferguson. I’ve given you my card before. Feel free to reach out if you need anything,” Raymond replied. He offered a respectful smile and a slight nod before exiting the suite with Bryan.


    Once outside, Bryan directed Raymond to manage all of Julio’s requests and ensure that Eileen was not disturbed.


    “Rest assured, Mr. Dawson, I’ll ensure Mr. Ferguson’s needs arepletely satisfied,” Raymond said, his smile strained but his attitude respectful.


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    Eileen, with Gabri in her arms, followed Bryan as they made their way to the VQ Group.


    They arrived slightlyter than usual, and the parking lot was quiet when they pulled in.


    After getting out of the passenger seat, Eileen went to the back of the car to unfasten Gabri from her car seat. She then spoke quietly to Bryan about Dalores and Julio.


    Jessica watched the scene unfold with a scowl. She muttered to herself, “What’s the deal here? She’s just a nanny, but she’s riding in the front while the child is left alone in the back? Conroy said I could do whatever it takes to deal with her. Let’s see how you’ll handle this, you shameless woman…”


    She then entered the elevator, seething with anger.


    At noon, Eileen and Bryan, with Gabri in tow, enjoyed a meal at the canteen and intended to rest in Bryan’s office afterward. However, as they were heading back, Jessica intercepted them, saying, “Mr. Dawson, I need to speak with Eileen. You and your daughter go ahead and get some rest. I’ll make sure Eileen’s back before the afternoon work begins.”


    “Alright,” Eileen responded before Bryan had a chance to object.


    Bryan still reminded Jessica, “Miss Marshall, please ensure she returns safely in the afternoon.”


    “Certainly,” Jessica replied.


    She then led Eileen to the administrative department, where it was quiet. Most people were resting during their lunch break. “The cleaningdy is absent today. You’ll need to handle the cleaning here. Everyone else is busy with their tasks, and we can’t afford any dys. Since you’re the least upied, you’re the ideal choice.” Jessica gestured toward the broom and bucket tucked away in the corner.


    Eileen pressed her lips together and surveyed the room. A few people feigned sleep, clearly not wanting to get involved. After all, Jessica wielded an authoritative presence in thepany.


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