He couldn’t fathom Matthew’s reasoning and couldn’t help but express his frustration.
Matthew shifted his gaze away, his face impassive. He removed the voice changer, seemingly unfazed.
“I’m afraid it’s not the right time. I want her to accept Maverick first before she learns that Matthew is Maverick.”
After the grand evening banquet, Zola stormed away from the event, retreating to the sanctuary of her car.
Her expectations of shining brightly at the ball had been mercilessly eclipsed by Stella.
That infuriating woman!
With clenched teeth, Zola seethed with anger, unwilling to lose to an orphan like Stella.
She was determined to teach Stella a lesson.
Stella had mentioned she worked for Prosperity Group, but Zola couldn’t believe Stella had secured the position on her own. There had to be something fishy going on.
Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she remembered her close friend at Prosperity Group, Docie.
Zola promptly dialed Docie’s number.
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Docie, currently working late to alter Shane’s suit, was in a particularly foul mood.
She answered the phone impatiently.
“What’s up, Zola?”
Zola, consumed by her own anger, failed to notice Docie’s irritation and inquired, “Do you know Stella Anderson from the PR department in your company?”
Docie’s vexation flared even higher.
“Yeah, I know her. The CEO favors her a lot. She’s insufferably arrogant and has been meddling in the affairs of the design department. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be stuck working overtime in the company right now. I don’t know what she’s done to get Mr. Clark to favor her!”
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At this moment, Docie found an outlet to vent her accumulated resentment.
Zola, keen on stoking the flames of Docie’s anger, chimed in, “At the KlassicLuxe dinner party tonight, I saw Stella boldly taking your boss’s arm, appearing incredibly smug. If she performs well in the design competition, it’s going to be a tough time for you in the design department.”
Docie clenched her fists, channeling her pent-up frustration.
“We need to teach Stella a lesson.”
She paused briefly before concocting a scheme.
“I have an idea.”
Stella returned home shortly after, where she crossed paths with Miley at the entrance.