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Chapter 128: Silent Retaliation

作者: Marvey_pearl
last update 最終更新日: 2025-10-04 14:48:15

A week later…

The morning light slanted across the walls of the conference room, spilling gold over the long table where Isla sat with her staff.

Laptops glowed, files lay stacked neatly, and the buzz of anticipation filled the air.

Her team was excited.

Their upcoming project, the one they had spent weeks laboring over ever since she moved her company headquarters to Be New York … was finally ready to be launched.

Charts flashed across the projector screen, each slide greeted with soft murmurs of approval.

“Everything is in place, ma’am,” her project manager said with a smile. “The marketing push starts tomorrow. We’ve secured three new investors, and the production team is ahead of schedule.”

Nods of agreement circled the table. The energy was contagious, yet Isla couldn’t match it.

Her pen tapped rhythmically against her notepad, her gaze fixed on the figures in front of her but her mind far away from the conference room.

She should have been thrilled.

This project was proof t
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