The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Clara spaced out for a moment but soon turned to leave with tears welling up in her eyes. She would certainly fawn all over Frank if she could do it again, but regrets really were inconsequential.

Ms. Lewitt then went up to Jada, ready to ingratiate herself. "Don't worry, Ms. Turin. I will-"

She did not expect Jada to slap her before she could finish, snapping, "Get out!"

Ms. Lewitt was left clutching her cheek in disbelief, until her left cheek started to swell and burn.

Despite her haughty demeanor, Jada never laid a finger on anyone this meant she was furious! As for Ms. Lewitt, she had no chance of keeping her job!

On the verge of tears, she sobbed, "Please, Ms. Turin! Let me stay... Let me keep my job!"

"Let you keep your job?" Jada snorted. "Even if you're innocent, don't you have responsibility for the people working under you? Not only is Mr. Frankton important to us, but what would people say about us when they find out that we're just a bunch of sycophants?" Their company had some degree of influence in Shagan, but even then, they really lacked in significance with all the other giants looming over them.

As such, any media backlash would be terrifying, especially if it was some undercover journalist. If they were abused and decided to expose it, that would mean horrific losses.

In short, it did not matter if the issue was that serious-it must be nipped in the bud!

Ms. Turin. I've

called security, who dragged Ms. Lewitt out, kicking

"I apologize for not

dealt with this

course." Jada smiled just like

to the private elevator used by the CEO, it finally sank in that they

a wild spirit, was being so compliant to their new boss, that meant that she

that happened, the

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and I'll be counting on everyone here from now on. That said, I'm not

speech, while only

"Do you

everyone away as if she knew Frank, and led him to the CEO's

interior design there was simple yet aristocratic, with seemingly mundane