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    Indeed, ignorance could sometimes be bliss.


    If Ellie knew the truth—that Brisa’s situation wasn’t due to Kaiden’s reluctance or inability to bring her home, but rather her own refusal—would Ellie’s fond memories shatter?


    The Brisa Ellie admired hadpromised her pride for love, sacrificing her dignity and even her son’s well-being to maintain a semnce of connection with her husband.


    Her pride? Brisa had relinquished it long ago.


    The visit to Brisa faded into the background as Kaiden refrained from mentioning his mother again.


    Sometimes, Ellie wondered if her encounter with Brisa had been nothing but a dream.


    The final interview for GT Group’s coborative stylist was approaching. Ellie was among the five finalists.


    The interview involved pairing each candidate with a staff member of varying styles to showcase their stylistic abilities. Ellie’s partner was a modest girl with a notable corbone and figure.


    Ellie opted for high-waisted leather pants and vibrant suspenders to entuate the girl’s physique. A slicked-back hairstyle and earth-toned makeup added a cool, edgy look. Despite the girl’s average height, her presence was undeniably strong, leaving asting impression.


    A great stylist, Ellie knew, must highlight the model’s uniqueness and capture the audience’s attention in this data-driven, materialistic world.


    On the thirty-eighth floor, Bruce approached Kaiden in the elevator. “There’s a merger summit this morning, and your wife’s interview is at the same time. Should I reschedule the meeting?”


    Kaiden shot Bruce a look that silently questioned, “Do I really need to attend her interview? How is it possible that her interview is more critical than the meeting?”


    Bruce, understanding the priority, promptly responded, “I’ll inform the merger and acquisition team to start the meeting in ten minutes.”


    The interview was swiftly conducted, with ten judges scoring five candidates. After discarding the highest and lowest scores, the averages were quickly calcted.


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    Ellie’s name appeared at the top of the big screen. She ranked first.


    Her confidence in her work was well-founded.


    The panel began theirmentary on each entry, culminating in the announcement, “Congrattions to our first ce, Ellie Gordon…” But the celebration was abruptly interrupted.


    The ck of high heels echoed through the room, and the door burst open. GT Group’s staff, failing to stop Demi, apologized profusely, “I’m terribly sorry. Miss Gordon insisted it was urgent…”


    Ellie’s brow furrowed as Demi made her unexpected entrance. Demi, upon confirming Ellie’s top cement, fixed her with a disdainful smirk.


    She then addressed the head of the panel. “Mr. Gross, I’ve agreed to your offer to endorse MOON. I’ll even reduce my fee by three million dors, on one condition…” Her gaze shifted pointedly to Ellie. “Ellie Gordon must not be your coborative stylist.”


    Cristopher Gross, the brand department head, hesitated as he weighed Demi’s offer against Ellie’s talent. The prospect of securing an endorsement at a reduced fee clearly intrigued him, and the idea of ousting one stylist for potentially greaterpany benefits seemed a worthy gamble.


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