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    Kason looked down, his expression unreadable.


    When Albert Dixon caught sight of Elena, his eyes sparkled with recognition. He started toward her but was abruptly stopped by Franco.


    Franco handed Elena’s judge’s pass to Albert. “Mr. Dixon, we have apprehended someone attempting to steal this credential. She imed to be a member of the association and exploited our resources. We need to take legal action.”


    Albert examined the credential carefully. “Who are you using of theft?” he asked.


    Pointing confidently at Elena, Franco replied, “Her.”


    Convinced he had caught the thief, Franco expected this to boost his standing in the association, perhaps even positioning him as a potential sessor for the vice presidency.


    He smiled, awaiting praise from Albert.


    To his surprise, Albert reacted with shock and confusion. How could such a mistake happen—using the president of theft?


    Ignoring Franco, Albert cautiously approached Elena. “President, is everything alright?”


    A hush fell over the room. Everyone, including Cathy, stared wide-eyed.


    Monica arched an eyebrow in disbelief.


    Franco eximed, “President? She can’t be the president!”


    He frowned, struggling to ept that someone like Elena could be the president. Wasn’t Helena—the top jewelry designer—the president of the Jewelry Design Association? Elena couldn’t possibly be the renowned Helena.


    Disbelief gripped Franco. He refused to ept that the distinguished designer Helena was actually the woman he looked down upon. There was no way Elena could be so aplished at such a young age.


    Albert, angered by the audacity of this blunder within the association, shouted, “Shut up! I don’t need anyone telling me who the president is!”


    Franco’splexion drained, his lips quivered, and he was at a loss for words for what seemed like an eternity.


    Softening his tone, Albert handed the credential back to Elena. “Please ensure this is kept secure.”


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    “Thank you,” Elena epted graciously.


    With genuine regret, Albert continued, “This was my fault. I should have arranged a proper wee to avoid any confusion caused by those ignorant people.”


    Franco, overwhelmed by his own foolishness, now wished he could find a hole to hide in. His previous usations against the president haunted him. Elena


    Elena dismissed the dispute with a wave of her hand. “It’s not your fault.”


    Albert quickly caught her meaning and shot a furious look at Franco. “Did you just say you wanted to sue the president?”


    Franco’s face twisted in fear. “Mr. Dixon, I didn’t know… I’ve never met the president, and I mistakenly thought she had stolen the credential. You can’t entirely me me.”


    “Can’t entirely me you? Are you saying this is my fault?” Albert asked, his brow furrowing.


    Franco clenched his jaw, holding back any response. He had average talent and had struggled to join the Jewelry Design Association, relying on its resources to cooperate with majorpanies. Despite years of effort, he remained merely a regr member. Today was supposed to be his chance to impress Albert and elevate his status to that of a senior member. Little did he know the woman he challenged was the president herself… If only he had been aware, he would never have offended her.


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