Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 93: What Did You Use to Threaten My Brother

Alia Wright frowned.

She really didn’t have the energy to teach soone else how to race.

Half an hour later, Hamilton didn’t dare to call, so he just sent a ssage asking for Alia’s location.

Alia thought that the company had complete information, and if Fiona Morgan could co over to discuss, it would naturally be better, so she sent the address to Hamilton.

All morning, everyone in the company eagerly watched Alia, wanting to see what this new design supervisor was planning to do, but half the day passed and it seed like she hadn’t done anything.

Only the design supervisor, who was previously in charge of this project, with bright red lips, sarcastically said, "She can’t handle it any better than us, pretending to be a big shot."

By noon, Alia didn’t want to go to the cafeteria.

With gossip all over her, too many people knew her. She didn’t want to attract more trouble, so she simply ordered a staff al.

The man who had been quietly sitting on the top floor for half a day.

"Why hasn’t she co looking for ?" Godfery Shaw asked in a deep voice.

"Perhaps...the Young Madam decided to accept the shares given by the eldest son." Basil Smith responded seriously.

Godfery Shaw humd, the coldness in him sowhat easing.

"She is sowhat picky with food; she might not be used to the staff al. Swap my lunch with hers."

"Yes, young master."

Basil Smith walked out of the office with a sigh.

Really don’t understand why the young master has such deep feelings for the Young Madam.

Even though the Shaw family had interfered, the young master wouldn’t give up.

...

Alia didn’t know what Godfery Shaw had done; she just felt that the quality of the company’s staff al was excessively good.

While Alia hadn’t finished her lunch in the office, soone knocked on the office door.

"Co in."

The office door opened.

Hamilton brought Fiona Morgan in with a smile, and her assistant followed behind.

Fiona Morgan entered and took off her mask, apologizing, "I’ve been having a packed schedule recently, and I only have ti to rest at noon. Am I interrupting your lunch?"

Alia swallowed her food and took a sip of water, "You’re not interrupting. Thank you, Miss Morgan, for making the trip. Please have a seat first."

Fiona Morgan glanced at Alia’s food, saying sowhat enviously, "Let’s talk after you finish eating. Your lunch looks really good. For those of us who have to control our weight, it’s really easy to get envious."

"Just a staff al," Alia answered flatly.

Fiona Morgan smiled without speaking.

What kind of company staff al could be made like this? A normal person’s daily wage probably wouldn’t even be enough.

But thinking that this was the Shaw family’s company, Fiona Morgan understood. It seems the Young Mrs. Shaw, even after divorce, still held so special status in the Shaw family.

But since Alia was still entangled with the Shaw family, why provoke her brother?

Fiona Morgan’s eyes showed a hint of sternness.

At this ti, several people still in the office area outside were stunned.

They watched as the Queen Morgan walked past them.

The Queen herself ca!

During this ti, they couldn’t even manage a conversation, but this newly appointed Supervisor Wright managed to have the Queen personally visit!

As it turned out, when people said that the final draft would be confird within two days, it wasn’t just talk — it was very tactful.

The two people excitedly ran to the canteen to call most of the departnt back.

That’s Queen Morgan!

Even in their high-end jewelry customization industry, she’s a person hard to et.

Even though it was lunchti during their break, the office area was crowded with people, but no one dared to enter Alia’s office to disturb her.

They quickly had the assistant in charge of Alia bring in tea.

When the assistant walked in, she saw Queen Morgan sitting in the reception area, looking at the set of custom jewelry designs.

While their Supervisor Wright was still eating...

It’s one thing for a queen to visit, and Supervisor Wright not to greet her warmly, but to have her look at the design drawings by herself while still eating.

There would always be ti to eat!

But eting the Queen probably only happens once!

The assistant quickly approached Fiona Morgan, sowhat embarrassed, and said, "Hello, may I get you sothing to drink?"

"Coffee, thank you." Fiona, still looking at the designs, didn’t even raise her head.

The assistant walked to the door, couldn’t help but glance back.

She saw Queen Morgan’s assistant, looking terrified, serving water to their supervisor.

A handso young man to the side was concerned, "Alia, take your ti eating, no rush, my sister has freed up two hours for you at noon."

The Queen’s brother? It seems like he knows Supervisor Wright well.

It’s not familiarity, but more like... as if trying to flatter Supervisor Wright...

The assistant walked out of the office dazed, questioning life.

As soon as she exited, everyone gathered around.

"How’s it going? How are the talks?"

The assistant said blankly, "They haven’t talked."

The design supervisor, who was previously in charge of this project, snorted coldly, "I knew it. Communicating with the Queen isn’t so simple. Anyone can brag — let’s see how she manages to talk it through."

The assistant shook her head, so shocked she began to stutter, "It’s not... it’s not like that. Supervisor Wright is eating, and the Queen is waiting for her to finish."

The scene fell silent.

The assistant didn’t have ti to explain the situation to everyone, hurriedly ran to grind a cup of coffee using the machine, not daring to use instant, feeling it wouldn’t match Queen Morgan’s status.

Thus left the whole departnt looking at one another.

They all knew who Alia Wright was.

The forr adopted daughter of the Wright family, later the Young Madam of the Shaw family.

But now she’s severed ties with the Wright family and divorced from the Shaw family.

So now Alia Wright is just herself, nothing more.

For such an ordinary person, eting the Queen Morgan should be impossible, but the Queen was so polite to her.

Where does she get this ability!

Alia ate until she was eighty percent full, with half of her al still left, before stopping.

She wasn’t deliberately putting on airs making Fiona wait; normally, she could go a whole day without eating.

But not now; her health was too poor. For the sake of the child in her belly, she had to ensure nutrition.

Alia put away her tray, "Sorry for making you wait, Miss Morgan. I’ll just wash up a bit and be right back."

"No worries, it’s my bad timing. Take your ti." Fiona said this while glaring at Hamilton, who pretended not to see.

Aside, Assistant Hills, fearing, dared not speak.

Earlier, when Alia called to arrange a eting, she had taken it upon herself to refuse, not even answering the calls. Who would’ve thought, only to have it backfire instantly, with Miss Morgan’s brother personally showing up to get her, and even Miss Morgan had to wait for Alia.

Alia washed up a bit in the restroom before sitting down in the reception area.

"How did you find the design, Miss Morgan?"

"Not bad; indeed, it’s Miss Wright’s designs that resonate deeply with ."

"Then we can discuss finalizing the design."

"Yes, but before that, I want to ask Miss Wright a question." Fiona said as she waved to her assistant, "Hills, please step out."

Assistant Hills quickly stepped out, respectfully closing the door behind her.

The office was devoid of outsiders.

Fiona Morgan’s expression changed, and with a strong, cold deanor, she looked at Alia inquiring, "I’d like to know, Miss Wright, what exactly are you using to threaten my brother, making him so obedient to you!"