Boris hesitated, and Sebastian stopped walking, his sharp gaze fixed on him. "Who is it?"


    Boris shook his head. "We haven''t identified Q&N Collective''s new design director yet, but their official website has already made an announcement. They stated that Ms. Young has left thepany, taking with her the autumn design ns and internal trade secrets. They''ve already filed for patents and restructured everything in record time. A second announcement followed, saying a new design director has been appointed and for everyone to stay tuned."


    In other words, Verna''s value had plummeted.


    Q&N Collective was mysterious and ruthlessly efficient. Their profitst year had reached sixty million dors. In the fashion industry, while they couldn''tpare to the Griffith Group''s high-end luxury brands, they were a formidable yer among small and medium-sized enterprises.


    Sebastian was surprised. They had never been able to identify thepany''s owner. "Find out who Q&N Collective''s new design director is."


    "Yes, sir," Boris said with a nod.


    The office door opened to reveal a stylishly dressed woman sitting inside. She was tall, with striking, beautiful features. Seeing Sebastian enter, she stood with a bright smile, her long legs seeming to glow. The undisguised admiration in her eyes was fixed on his captivating presence.


    "Mr. Griffith, hello. I''m Verna." The Griffith Group had poached her with an offer that doubled her previous sry, but she knew the pressure here would be immense.


    Sebastian gave a slight nod, his tone detached. "Thepany already knows about the trade secrets you took. Aside from the design sketches you have, the rest is useless. Report to the fashion design department on the twelfth floor."


    Verna was taken aback. So he''d seen the announcement too. Q&N Collective worked fast. The moment she was out the door, they had found her recement. She was dying to know who the woman was. She had already asked a friend in her old department, who had sent her a photo.


    "Mr. Griffith, this is the new design director. Could you help me look into her?" Verna held out her phone, the screen disying a photo.


    Sebastian nced at it, and his brow furrowed in shock, his gaze locking onto the image. "Are you sure it''s her?"


    Sean and Boris looked over and were equally stunned.


    It was Natalie.


    "Yes, that''s her. She was brought in out of nowhere as the new design director today. Her name is Natalie."


    Sebastian''s eyes narrowed. Natalie knew fashion design?


    Sean was astonished. "That''s impossible."


    Verna looked at their shocked expressions, confused. Why were they so surprised? "Sean, do you know her?" She had assumed Q&N Collective would be lost without her but it seemed she was more disposable than she thought. They had reced her within minutes of her departure.


    Sean nced at Sebastian and didn''t dare speak.


    The oppressive atmosphere emanating from Sebastian was suffocating: The air grew heavy, and


    all three of them felt it was hard


    breathe Since sean remained silent,


    Verna didn''t ask any more


    questions.


    Sebastian finally spoke. “Sean, take Ms. Young to HR toplete her onboarding."


    "Ms. Young, this way, please," Sean said respectfully.


    Verna shot onest, reluctant look at Sebastian''s ice-cold face before leaving. Her


    real goal ining here had been him.


    Sebastian sat in his swivel chair like


    a stone statue, his expression grim. Since leaying him, it was as if Natalie had unlocked some hidden potential; he hardly recognized her anymore. Fluent in several


    possessing shocking médical


    knowledge... what else was she capable of?