Marguerite couldn’t help but remember a conversation with Miley, who had confided that her current position at thepany was actually saved by Penelope for her own daughter.


    Now that the Fitzgeralds had officially weed their long-lost daughter into the fold, it seemed only right that this job should go to Yuna, both morally and legally.


    Marguerite,cking in ambition and with no desire to sh with Yuna, turned to find a cardboard box to pack her things and leave.


    But ncing around the room, she realized that there was nothing of hers left to pack.


    Calmly, Marguerite faced Yuna and asked, “Where are my things?”


    Yuna’s voice was loud and shrill as she retorted, “Your things? Get a grip, Marguerite. This position was always meant for me. You were merely keeping the seat warm. What, you got too cozy in it? Looking for your stuff in my territory is like questioning my authority. Do you get that?”


    Marguerite sighed inwardly, guessing that Yuna had likely disposed of her belongings already.


    She intended to walk away, but stopping in her tracks, she noticed a crowd of employees at the door, all eager to witness some office drama. Their faces mirrored Yuna’s smug expression, seemingly waiting for Marguerite to make an embarrassed exit.


    Why should she give these gossips the satisfaction?


    Standing tall, she reminded herself that she had done nothing wrong. It was Penelope who had brought her into thepany, and if anyone should be telling her to leave, it should be Penelope herself.


    Marguerite fixed her stance and her gaze wasposed and determined. The innate poise she carried made her seem unassable.


    “Is it Penelope who wants me gone, or are you just taking matters into your own hands?”


    At this, Yuna was visibly shaken. While she had managed to win over Hackett’s affection entirely, dealing with Penelope was a different matter. She could feel Penelope trying to make amends with her, and so the previous night, she’d brazenly suggested that Marguerite should be let go. Penelope, however, had not only refused but also insisted that Yuna should work alongside Marguerite!


    As if she would ever!


    Yuna’s status versus Marguerite’s was like night and day. How could someone of her low standing dare to share apany with her?


    So, taking advantage of Penelope’s business trip, Yuna had jumped the gun.


    The Fitzgerald family adored her now, and she would kick Marguerite out first and deal with any falloutter.


    Yuna straightened her back and dered, “Soon, Poppy Petal Fragrances will be mine! Do I really need to consult my mother to fire an employee when ! am the future owner?”


    Oh, the newfound confidence that came with the Fitzgerald name!


    Marguerite internally conceded that Yuna was indeed the Fitzgerald heiress and stood to inherit everything Penelope had worked for. Staying would only fuel Yuna’s arrogance.


    Marguerite had no interest in stooping to Yuna’s level. Even a second more in this ce felt like a waste of time.


    As for Penelope, Marguerite decided she would find the right moment to express her gratitude. After all, Penelope had looked after her for so long, and now that her daughter was back, it wouldn’t be fair to take any more of her affection.


    Marguerite turned to leave, her exit neither flustered nor submissive, which infuriated Yuna even more.


    Yuna had fantasized about Marguerite begging for mercy, but instead, she left with her dignity intact, exuding the same grace she always had.


    Meanwhile, Linda, eager to curry favor with the real Ms. Fitzgerald, stepped in front of Marguerite, blocking her path, and turned to Yuna with a sycophantic smile.


    “Ms. Lockwood, Marguerite hasn’tpleted her resignation process yet! Thepany policy states that whether you’re a full-time employee or an intern, you mustplete three months of work once you’ve started. Since she currently holds no position, why not reassign her some new tasks?”