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    Standing there would undoubtedly expose her to Kaiden’s view.


    At that moment, her phone chimed.


    Essence had just sent her a link to a shocking piece of news, which read, “Carole Lambert has emerged as a senior executive at the renowned fashionpany Harvillston. Congrattions!”


    The message came with a sticker expressing eagerness to witness the excitement.


    Ellie took a sudden step backward, distancing herself from the balcony. The spection she feared had indeede true.


    Despite Ellie’s rejection of Harvillston, she felt a deep disappointment knowing that Carole had been appointed as a senior executive. It was anticipated, yet Ellie couldn’t help but feel let down.


    Bitterness clouded Ellie’s eyes, causing her to blink. She bent her legs and buried her face in her arms.


    Turning to her phone’s email, she found a message from her supervisor two days prior. The Art School of Critport University had extended an invitation for her to return as an off-campus mentor, delivering a series of lectures to the underssmen for two weeks. It was a usual practice to invite experienced professionals for specialized courses in universities.


    Ellie called her supervisor. “Mr. Gates, I have some free time tomorrow. I cane to the school for a ss. However, I have a favor to ask. Could you arrange amodation for me on the campus?”


    At half past ten in the evening, all the senior executives of the GT Group received a notice from Bruce instructing them to return to thepany promptly for a meeting.


    Initially, everyone presumed it was rted to thepany’s well-being. However, upon reaching the office, Kaiden simply instructed them to provide updates on their respective departmental situations. The reports concluded, and at two in the morning, they delved into addressing departmental issues.


    The executives were perplexed.


    The conference room was constantly filled with the aroma of coffee. Through efficientte-night efforts and overtime work, everyone managed to clear the backlog of tasks across allpany departments for the next two weeks in a single night. They also sessfully nned various departmental activities for the uing half-month. The executives were overtired, with even Bruce stifling a silent yawn.


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    On the host’s chair, Kaiden maintained an expressionless demeanor. He resembled a cold, mechanical figure.


    Anyone observant could discern that Kaiden was in a sour mood.


    “Bruce, is Mr. Thorpe upset?” one of the senior executives couldn’t resist asking Bruce in a hushed tone.


    Bruce sighed wearily. “Mr. Thorpe mentioned that tonight’s sry is triple the usual amount.”


    The senior executives spected that Kaiden must have had a disagreement with his significant other.


    When the two weren’t on good terms, it was the employees who bore the brunt.


    The senior executives were left speechless. One of them nced at his watch.


    Well, it was eight in the morning, time to head to work once more. Getting some sleep seemed preferable to earning triple the sry.


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