Chapter 1732

No.1

"No. Ask someone else." Her tone remained flat.

"Come on," Melissa said with unusual patience. "Everyone else has more important tasks. It's just across the street."

She straightened, looking down at Evelyn. "Don't be difficult. No one here will indulge your whims."

Evelyn locked her computer and stood calmly. "Wait here."

Rank pulled weight, and Melissa outclassed her by two levels—not to mention being a shareholder's daughter.

Thirty minutes later, Evelyn returned with stockings.

Melissa frowned. "This brand? I never wear this."

No.2

Evelyn: "Didn't see others. Make do."

Her casual tone drew stares.

Who in Finance didn't grovel for Melissa's favor? Only Evelyn bargained and delivered half-hearted results.

Clearly riding high on the Crown Prince's indulgence.

"Evelyn, Melissa asking you is an honor," a colleague interjected. "Any of us would gladly go."

Evelyn tossed the stockings onto their desk. "Then you do it."

Rarely angry, yet her calmest words carried the heaviest weight.

No.3

Though Finance scorned her, veteran journalists recognized her natural interviewing talent—stoic expressions, sharp rhetoric, masterful topic steering.

Such potential would normally attract mentorship.

But for Evelyn, whose beauty allegedly paved her way? No one wanted her to succeed.

"Evelyn, go again." Melissa's voice carried from her office. "I only wear one brand—others cause allergies. Finish what you start. If you can't handle stockings, how can we trust you with real work?"

So righteous.

Evelyn picked up the stockings. "Fine. These can't be returned. Since you didn't specify, transfer the money first."

Over a hundred bucks for stockings across the street.

No.4

She refused to foot the bill.

Melissa laughed. "Struggling financially, Evelyn?"

Then feigned realization. "Oh right—I almost forgot. You're parentless. An orphan."

Watching Evelyn's slight expression shift, Melissa faux-apologized. "Oops, slipped out. You're not mad, are you?"

She'd learned about Evelyn's orphan status from Imperial Media University professors.

Melissa could never comprehend how a nobody dared compete with her for Julian Ashford...

Until she saw Julian with Evelyn at Kingsbury University's food court.

No.5

Then she understood—Julian's favor was Evelyn's armor.

Since transferring Evelyn to Finance, Melissa had invented endless torments.

Yet Evelyn's unshakable composure only fueled Melissa's fury.

Today, she'd finally found the chink in Evelyn's armor.

Hitting insecurities always delivered the sharpest blows.

But before Melissa could savor her victory, Evelyn regained equilibrium:

"Not angry, Melissa." Her tone remained even. "How could you understand my pain? With both parents alive, you can laugh while exposing my wounds for public amusement."

No.6

"You—!" Melissa's face twisted.

Melissa Lee's nails dug into her palms.

She never imagined Evelyn Sinclair could corner her like this.

"Evelyn, you—"

The words died on her lips.

A chilling realization struck her – she was making a fatal mistake.

Evelyn's words had sliced through her facade like a scalpel.

No.7

Mocking someone's family tragedy?

This was social suicide.

Melissa clenched her jaw.

She was Horizon Media's golden girl, the untouchable goddess in everyone's eyes.

How could she lose composure over Evelyn Sinclair?

"Suit yourself."