Evelyn didn't come to trouble me again that night, but her voice echoed through the thousand-square-meter villa. With that kind of vocal projection, it was a pity she wasn't an opera singer.
Early the next morning, after preparing breakfast, I left for the Group ahead of them. Lucas and Evelyn sat at the dining table, feeding each other and sharing intimate kisses between bites.
"Lucas, I just got back to the country and I'm bored. Can I work at the Dickerson Group?"
Evelyn asked suddenly.
Lucas froze for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. I'll have Daniela arrange it for you."
"Will my position be lower than Daniela's?" Her eyes went wide.
"Daniela is the CEO." Lucas frowned slightly. "Unless you want the Chairman's seat, it will definitely be lower than hers."
"Am I going to be beneath her again?"
Evelyn's eyes rimmed with red, and she let out a pitiful whimper. "In school, she had better grades and was prettier than me. Later, we both loved you, but you favored her. Lucas, will I *never* be able to beat her?"
Lucas furrowed his brow and sent me a WeChat message: *Daniela, arrange for Evelyn to be a CEO as well. No distinction between primary and secondary.*
A dry chuckle escaped me as I read it.
From the moment I saw Evelyn, I knew she wasn't just here to steal a man—she was here to steal the fortune.
My bottom line had always been clear: infidelity I could ignore, but my property was sacred.
Evelyn had crossed the line.
I was handling paperwork when my office door was shoved open.
Evelyn strutted in wearing a pink professional skirt suit, head held high, chest thrust out. She aimed for imposing but landed squarely on gaudy—like a cheap secretary trying to seduce the boss in a bad movie.
"Daniela, Lucas agreed. My position won't be lower than yours!"
She tossed her handbag onto my desk with a heavy thud.
"I know."
I stood up immediately, grabbing my laptop. "Then I'll go find a spot in the general office area, okay?"
"No!"
Evelyn sneered, arrogance unchecked. "You aren't worthy of being on the same floor as me! I'll tell the cleaning department—you go work there!"
"Okay. I understand."
I tucked my computer under my arm and walked out of my own office without a fight.