Kathryn’s POV“Chairman?” I said, out of breath. “Who…?” The man cleared his throat. “I beg your pardon for the lack of introduction. I’m the secretary of Mr. Wilhelm Reinhard—the new chairman of The Grand Plaza.” I hadn’t noticed that I was already clenching my fist upon Wilhelm’s secretary’s words. How could that bastard be doing this to me? “The chairman personally sent you to tell us that?” one interviewer exclaimed. “He didn’t even listen to our interview with her! She clearly has all the skills that we’re looking for. In all honesty, I have no idea where this is all coming from.” “She outshone everyone. We can at least guarantee the chairman that,” another one explained. “Would it be possible for us to have a word with him about the matter? Ms. Kathryn Alvarez is an exceptional candidate, and I’m afraid letting go of her is equivalent to losing an important asset.” To his credit, the secretary looked the part guilty before he spoke. “I’m sorry, everyone. But the chairman’s

Kathryn’s POVAnger flashed before Rose’s eyes, but I didn’t shrink away from it. In fact, I hadn’t expected it would feel this satisfying to witness her get worked up about this misunderstanding she created in mind. “How dare you come back?!” She forcefully shoved me away that a shadow of surprise crossed Wilhelm’s eyes. “Just to refresh your mind, you’re the one who filed for divorce back then! And now you’re getting close to Wilhelm like it’s nothing?” I kept my face neutral even as Rose’s nostrils flared with anger. Using her body, she had built a wall between Wilhelm and I. I almost scoffed. Did she feel threatened I might take back the very same man she stole from me?Pointing an accusing finger at me, a glimmering flash of light momentarily diverted my attention. I realized that a diamond ring was adorning one of Rose’s fingers. My gaze hurriedly shifted back to the ring on Wilhelm’s hand before realization hit me like a cannonball. It’s their engagement rings. I felt a sl

“Her?” Vicky echoed nervously. “Oh, my god, Kath!” My eyes widened. “Y—You mean I’m to manage this banquet?” My hands trembled as I placed them firmly on my lap. “And within a one week time frame? That’s—it’s ridiculous!” “He specifically said it was to be you who’d handle this,” Clarence said with pity. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we need to get things started.”And work we did. I had to gather myself and hold it together. Gritting my teeth, I just knew Wilhelm had done this intentionally to try to push me out of the hotel. Well, if this is his way of trying to get rid of me, he’s got it all wrong!For a full two hours, I met with the team and brainstormed various table layouts that we could present by tomorrow morning. One group focused on potential shops where we could purchase bulk flowers, while the other half discussed the budget.“This would go hand in hand,” I pointed to the flower shop and our proposed budget. “What do you think?” “You’re good at this Kath,” Vicky c

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I watched my manager apologize to Vicky several times for keeping that single information from us, although I understand his reason for doing so. I clenched my fist. Why would Wilhelm be willing to help me? Anyway, the priority is to fix the mess. I decided not to dig deeper, but to use whatever I could.“It’s alright,” I assured her. “He’s chairman now, and I understand why he needed to do it in such a way.” Without hesitation, I swiftly took action. I pulled out my phone and contacted the supplier immediately. I asked her if she could provide replacements for the linens that had been bleached. She sounded hesitant at first, but when I told her I would refer her to more clients, she agreed. She promised to be back three days before the event. The moment I placed my phone down, someone walked right inside the room.I looked up to find Wilhelm next to me, his face hard and passive. “Mr. Reinhardt,” I bowed my head. “There’s been a situation…”

Kathryn’s POVI spun my head to where she was looking, and saw a blonde-haired boy sitting down on one of the staircase’s steps. “It’s Grayson, Mommy!” Charlize’s bubbly energy enveloped her. “Let’s go to him. Maybe he’s been waiting for us all this time!”I let my daughter drag me to where Grayson sat. “Oh, no,” Charlize let go of my hand and hurriedly knelt before Grayson. “What’s wrong, Grayson?” she asked, looking extremely worried. I couldn’t help but notice the tears streaming down the little boy’s face. My concern deepened when I spotted a scratch on one of his cheeks. “Did you get hurt on the way here?” With a gentle touch, I turned his face toward me, eager to examine the distinct scratch up close. “You look like you’ve been scratched by something sharp,” I commented. “Why don’t we call your Daddy so that we can get you home safely?”Upon my suggestion, Grayson’s eyes grew wide. “No! Please don’t do that!” “But you’re hurt,” Charlize remarked. “You need your Daddy when yo