"Don’t rush, it’s not the ti yet." George Robbins appeared sowhat distracted, brushing off Florienna Ellis with a vague response.
Currently, Justin Battleson was hospitalized due to his injury, and Charlotte Thompson had already begun stepping in to help manage company affairs.
This signified one thing—the crisis this ti must be a heavy blow to the company.
Doesn’t that just prove that Justin’s good days are numbered?
As he thought of the plans he’d been ticulously crafting during this period, a fiery glint ignited in George’s eyes.
But at this mont, Florienna had no idea what George was thinking. Seeing his expression, her dissatisfaction only deepened.
"It wasn’t the ti before, and now it’s still not the ti. So what exactly is your plan? You promised earlier that one day Charlotte would get fired, but look at where we are now! I’m the one who’s about to get kicked out of the company, and yet you’re still doing nothing!"
As she spoke, Florienna worked herself into another fit of irritation. However, this ti she didn’t go overboard because the burning pain on her face reminded her of what had just happened.
George snapped back to attention and pressed his hand on Florienna’s shoulder, his lips curling into an enigmatic smile as he said to her:
"Don’t worry, Charlotte’s good tis are about to co to an end. Right now, we’ve handed the collaboration with Worsen entirely over to her, haven’t we?"
"Such a pri opportunity, and Charlotte had the nerve to hog it all for herself. And just look at the tasks she’s assigned to us—they’re nothing but scraps. She’s really playing her cards exceptionally well."
At this point, Florienna was consud with resentnt toward Charlotte.
In her mind, she believed that her abilities were not far behind Charlotte’s. But why was Charlotte able to make a na for herself as the designer Joy, resonating across the entire design industry, while she remained unnoticed in obscurity?
Florienna had always thought that Charlotte’s only advantage was being born into the right family, starting off at a higher position than others.
If she weren’t the eldest daughter of the Thompson Family, and hadn’t married Justin Battleson, who would even know soone like her existed?
The only thing separating herself and Charlotte was a last na.
"And it’s precisely because the Worsen partnership has been given entirely to Charlotte that it’s a good thing." George smiled mysteriously.
Florienna, however, frowned in confusion, completely unable to fathom what ga George was playing.
But the next second, George had already wrapped an arm around Florienna’s waist, whispering softly by her ear:
"Nina, do you want Charlotte to leave the company for good?"
Hearing this, Florienna, who initially felt repulsed by his intentional physical closeness, froze for a mont. She stopped her instinctive movent to pull away from George.
She whipped her head around, staring at George suspiciously, and asked, "What do you an by that? Do you have a way to get Charlotte fired?"
"Of course I don’t." George smirked, earning an imdiate eye-roll from Florienna.
"Then isn’t this just nonsense you’re spouting?"
"Let finish my sentence!" George coughed, his tone slightly irritated after being cut off by Florienna.
"The company is going through such a massive crisis right now, so every single partnership moving forward is crucial. Especially this collaboration with Worsen—if it succeeds, it could absolutely save our company. But tell , what if this deal fails...?"
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