Chapter 490: Why don’t you and Olivia Jenkins have a child
Grace Ziegler had heard the comnts and taunts of her forr coworkers, which aroused a deep hatred within her. Her hands tightened into fists until her knuckles turned white.
No matter how turbulent her feelings, Grace Ziegler remained composed and chose not to stoop to their level.
Ti would tell. One day, she would make these lowlifes pay.
She resolved to beco a woman too high for these scumbags to reach.
Back in the CEO’s office, instead of diving right into work, Grace Ziegler started searching all the information on Mrs. Marshall on the Internet.
She was intrigued by all sorts of scandals involving Mrs. Marshall.
Turns out Mrs. Marshall was just an adopted daughter of the Jenkins Family, not a real blueblood. Hence, this woman was not much better than her, but was rely luckier.
Having discovered the truth about Mrs. Marshall’s background, Grace Ziegler no longer envied her as much, no longer felt so inferior, no longer considered herself a second-class citizen, and no longer worshipped Mrs. Marshall as an unattainable goddess.
If Mrs. Marshall could shape her own destiny, Grace Ziegler believed she could too.
Following the sa path of social climbing, Grace Ziegler believed she had the ability too.
In that mont, Grace Ziegler felt herself drawing closer to Mrs. Marshall’s status.
The position Mrs. Marshall held could also be shaken.
A faint smile played at the corners of Grace Ziegler’s lips as she concealed her cold and sly gaze.
Her ambition was carefully hidden as well.
Closing and erasing all traces of her search on Mrs. Marshall, Grace Ziegler stood up. With a sweet smile on her face, she knocked at the door of the CEO’s office.
The sharp-eyed Chief Secretary looked at Grace Ziegler, “Chief Marshall is not here! Secretary Ziegler, please report to first when you need to see Chief Marshall. Only with his permission can you see him.”
Despite her irritation, Grace Ziegler maintained an obedient appearance, “Understood.”
The mont Grace Ziegler turned around, the darkness in her eyes unveiled itself.
We’ll see, I believe this position will be mine soon. You will be nothing and I won’t need to cater to your mood anymore.
If I hold this position, I could have full control over Chief Marshall’s whereabouts.
Grace Ziegler wore an innocent expression, but inside, her heart was filled with turmoil and sches.
She wondered where exactly Chief Marshall had gone.
When would Chief Marshall return?
She wanted to see him, to thank him in person.
She needed to create more opportunities to et him.
In Beverly Hills, Alexander Marshall sat in Joyful Hall, drinking tea with his grandfather.
Alexander’s grandfather stared at his great-grandson as if he could see through him, “It’s been a while since Olivia Jenkins visited . You too. Are you two too busy lately? You never co back ho to have dinner with . I’m very unhappy. Have you forgotten this old man of yours?”
After taking a sip of tea and putting down the cup, Alexander Marshall held his grandfather’s gaze without evading his probing eyes, “It’s almost the end of the year and we’re all busy. Olivia went to another city to film a charity variety show and she won’t be back for a while. As for , I’m busy preparing next year’s plans and the annual summary for the company, so I couldn’t accompany her.”
“Are you sure you haven’t had a fight? Are there any conflicts?” The old man poured so tea, keeping an eagle eye on Alexander.
Having weathered many storms, Alexander would hide any problems remarkably well. He chatted and joked with his grandfather, responding to his grandfather’s probing questions with composure and light-heartedness, as if nothing was amiss.
“No! When Olivia cos back, we will definitely have dinner with you, Grandpa.”
“Alexander, you and Olivia should have a child!”
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