NovelFinishChapter 672: "Didn't you mention that your role as vice president was merely nominal, with a high salary but no real authority? Why are you so busy today?" Marissa asked, her message laced with a light-hearted tone.
"Clarissa placedin this position to please my brother. Truthfully, she never trusted me, always keeping her guard up. However, the new acting president has taken to treatingas the actual vice president, which explains the sudden surge in my responsibilities," Xander explained.
"Go on with your tasks then. I can go upstairs by myself. Besides, it's tyou toughen up. I have a new role for you to take on," Marissa typed back.
"What position are you considering for me, Chief Instructor?" Xander inquired eagerly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"With Aelfric dismissed from the Doomsday Base, no one's leading our Blebert branch. I want you to take charge there," she replied.
"Chief Instructor, do you truly have that much faith in me?" Xander responded, his message accompanied by an excited emoji.
"Work diligently. I expect you to not letdown," Marissa replied.
Uncover new worlds at g alnov els "I will never let you down, Chief Instructor!" Xander pledged.
After her exchange with Xander, Marissa stored her phone away and proceeded toward the elevator. However, a sudden burst of conversation caught her attention.
She turned to see several familiar faces swiping their cards before getting in.
The new arrivals were none other than the mother-daughter duo, Sansa and Ayla, who had vowed the previous day to use the Peridot Consortium to exact revenge on Marissa. Following closely behind them were Sheppard and Wesson. All four harbored similar intentions.
Wesson's injury had not fully healed, leaving him confined to a wheelchair, pushed by a burly bodyguard. Despite his condition, he had spruced himself up for the meeting with the president of the Peridot Consortium. His hair was neatly combed, and he was dressed in an expensive suit, looking more spirited than ever.
As they entered, there was an unmissable air of confidence about them.
Ayla, in particular, had undergone a tic transformation from her usual flamboyant self.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKnown for strutting with her chin held high and flaunting her perceived authority, today was different. Dressed in a simple black suit with minimal jewelry, she seemed poised for confrontation at a moment's notice.
Her characteristic arrogance remained, but she was no longer as shallow as before. She seemed colder and more vicious, her lips tightly sealed, speaking only when absolutely necessary, with her gaze fixed straight ahead.
It was clear that Clarissa had exerted significant effort in shaping her, land Ayla had unquestionably embraced the transformation.
Meanwhile, Sansa had barely changed. Draped in opulent, finely tailored attire, every step she took swaye a had a seductive sway. Her eyes sparkled with disdain, her stuck-up expression clearly broadcasting that she thought she was better than everyone else
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