But Monica Usher quickly regained her composure; after serving as vice president for so many years, what situation hasn’t she encountered?
She knew that the designers’ complaints about her also included dissatisfaction with the rumors about her and President Ingram, especially since the news painted an unsightly picture, and Lydia Ingram’s divorce was a fact.
This generation of young people has strong moral standards.
"So things may not be necessary to explain, but I still want to clarify," Monica Usher said. "There is nothing between and President Ingram. Please don’t have any misunderstandings. Going forward, everyone will see and have their own judgnts."
"We’re not talking about the rumors with you right now." Soone furrowed their brows, their tone very disdainful. "Besides, your affairs don’t affect our salaries."
"Exactly." Another person chid in, "These decisions were discussed between you and the company’s executives. Why didn’t you bring the executives out here?"
"Yeah, you could at least ask for our opinions before coming out."
"I’m sorry." Monica Usher compromised, knowing they all needed to work together to get things done. "I apologize for not considering your feelings, for not soliciting your opinions."
"President Usher, this is a form of respect." Soone spoke up, but the tone was much softer. "The designers at Kingston Group always hold etings before setting out, and everyone agreed unanimously."
"I’m sorry." Monica Usher bowed deeply to everyone, her attitude very humble. "But since we’re already here, I hope you all can show your best creative state. I believe in your adaptability."
"Alright, alright, let’s just move things!" a male designer shouted. "Why talk about things that don’t matter?"
Then everyone began moving their luggage from the car, carrying everything into the hostay, resigning themselves to the situation.
The environnt of the hostay was quite ordinary; it was just a renovated private residence.
Although it was also surrounded by mountains and water, it certainly didn’t have the charm of the cabins at the oxygen bar center, which were built specifically for tourists.
This place was about a mile or two from the cabins, reachable with a casual walk.
The reason Monica Usher chose this place was indeed out of a personal motive.
She wanted to upset Justin Kingston, wanted to be a lingering ghost, to help the R-Alan Group defeat Kingston Group, to make Justin regret!
But she didn’t know that the mont she entered the R-Alan Group, she had already stepped into an abyss.
Moreover, Justin didn’t care at all about her actions.
Monica Usher saw the news of Ariel Chandler’s death during dinner.
She saw it, and all the designers saw it; everyone was very shocked.
Soone couldn’t help but speak, "Dead?"
"It was just a divorce, why commit suicide?" Soone couldn’t understand. "Can’t live without a man? There are so many n in the world!"
"Won can be so foolish, sigh!"
"What is love in this world, that makes people pledge life and death?" soone lanted. "What’s the point of dying alone? Unfortunately, in reality, it’s often one with feelings, the other indifferent."
"There are too many heartless n in this world."
Monica Usher listened to these voices surrounding her, staring at the pictures of the retrieved body on her phone, feeling a slow suffocation rising in her chest.
Without greeting everyone, she got up and went back to her room.
At this mont, in the president’s office of the R-Alan Group.
Lydia Ingram stood with her hands behind her back in front of the window, her gaze outside extrely sharp. She had just watched the news.
At this mont, the phone rang.
She snapped back to reality, glanced at the caller ID, and answered. "Hello, President Usher." She softened her gaze, purposely not calling her Monica.
"Was your wife’s death an accident?" Monica Usher had a bad premonition.
Lydia Ingram laughed, correcting, "I’m single now, where would a wife co from?"
"Ex-wife," Monica Usher rephrased, asking directly, "Did her death have anything to do with you?"
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