《Shouldn't Divorce The Hidden Heiress Of Multi-Billion Empire》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

~Mr White Everything that had happened today unfolded in a way I had never expected.I had come to inspect the branches in this district when I suddenly received a call from the President himself.He had contacted me just a few minutes earlier, perhaps two minutes ago, and the urgency in his voice was impossible to ignore."Mr. George White? Minister of Interior?" he called.Of course, I had the President's number saved on my phone.Surprised by his unexpected call, I immediately responded."Mr. President? You called? Is there anything you need me to do, Sir?""Who hired all those staff members working at the District 5 NLC Headquarters? If it was you, then you're doing a terrible job. Right now, they are harassing the heiress of the Harrington family. If you're nearby, go there immediately. If you aren't, then call whoever is in charge and put an end to this at once. Every single person who humiliated the Harrington family's heiress must be put in their place. Is that clear?""Yes,

~Mr WhiteThe weight behind my voice was so overwhelming that it visibly startled Rita.She stared at me in disbelief, as though she had never expected me to yell at her like that. In fact, the entire reception hall had fallen into complete silence because of my outburst.As the silence lingered, Lady Bianca gently cleared her throat, drawing my attention."Mr. White, I believe we've wasted quite enough time on irrelevant matters. Shall we finally make something meaningful out of all this?" she asked calmly.I immediately turned to her with a warm, respectful smile."My Lady, I sincerely apologize once again. Please pay no attention to their disgraceful behavior."She looked at me before asking in a composed tone,"If 'sorry' could solve every problem in this world, then why does prison even exist?"Her question instantly gave me something to think about. Before I could even process it, she continued,"Unfortunately, Mr. White, sorry cannot solve everything, especially what these two

RitaAfter everything Mr. White had said, Benjamin and I fell silent for a while. Personally, I couldn't believe I was being asked to go down on my knees and apologize to this very wretched woman I had insulted. The same woman I had always looked down on.My mind still couldn't comprehend what was happening or how it was even possible for Mr. White to be doing exactly what this woman wanted. When she claimed she was going to call the President, I had thought she was bluffing. But now, all of a sudden, Mr. White was standing right here, saying that the President himself had ordered him to come. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. None of it made any sense to me.A whole Minister of Interior like Mr. White was standing here, listening to every single word this woman said as though her commands were absolute. He wasn't acting like the highly respected government official everyone knew him to be. Instead, he was carefully following every instruction she gave him. I co

~ BiancaWhat had just happened was enough to teach Rita and the General Manager, or should I say, the ex-General Manager, that not everyone they came across deserved to be insulted.They had done what they did, believing they would get away with it. But what they didn't know was that I wasn't someone they could treat carelessly or trample on without facing the consequences.As for the apology they offered, it felt completely fake. It lacked sincerity, and I had no intention of falling for it. Instead, I decided to teach them an even greater lesson by refusing to restore their positions. Everything about them screamed fake, so what was the point of giving them another chance?For that reason, I didn't waste any time before officially stripping them of their positions as Receptionist and General Manager, respectively.Right now, Mr. White, Phil, and I were heading toward the General Manager's office, where everything would be finalized and properly documented.As we walked down the hal

~BiancaFollowing the good doctor’s inquiry to Phil, I found myself deeply curious about what he might still have to say. If I was not mistaken, every piece of information we required had already been secured—her location, her name, her family status, and the brief biography Mr. White had already provided. So what, exactly, did Phil still need to ask?The thought that this exchange might be wasting precious time and endangering the success of our mission pressed at me. I nudged him and spoke quietly.“Mr. White is right, Phil. What other question could you possibly have when we already hold every answer we need?”Phil touched my arm before turning back to Mr. White.“You’ve handed us everything we need to know,” he said, “except for one remaining detail.”“And what is that?”“Her phone number,” Phil answered without hesitation. “You haven’t given us Rhea’s number. We need it—so we can reach her the moment the time comes.”I drew a slow breath. He was right. Information about Rhea was