Chapter 32
The voice cut through the room, and every head turned towards the source. In the back row sat a strikingly beautiful young woman.
Everyone was bewildered. Who was she? No one recognized her. And more importantly, how did she dare to order the CEO around by his first name? She was going to be thrown out for sure. A collective gasp seemed to hang in the air.
The two employees who had been gossiping stared, their eyes wide. Where had this girl come from? What department was she in? Did she really think the CEO would just stop because she told him to?
Impossible.
But when Theobald heard that familiar, cold tone, he froze as if struck by lightning. He couldn’t move a muscle. He turned and saw the beautiful girl in the back row, her face an icy mask.
His heart plummeted, and his palm, clutching his phone, instantly grew slick with sweat. When she smiled, she was a radiant sunbeam that could melt glaciers. But when her expression turned cold, she was a terrifyingly beautiful arctic storm.
The entire room watched in shock as the CEO actually stood still. Then, they saw the girl rise from her seat and begin to walk toward the front. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on her as she moved.
Step by step, she walked up to Theobald. A primal, familial authority seemed to radiate from her, making his back prickle with cold sweat. He was terrified, wanting nothing more than to run, but his pride kept him rooted to the spot. His left hand, however, betrayed his anxiety, nervously fiddling with the rosary beads on his right wrist. This update ıs available on.net
Marguerite stopped in front of him, her piercing gaze locked on his. She noticed him looking down, fiddling with the beads, unable to meet her eyes.
She frowned.
The next second, she reached out and ripped the rosary from his wrist.
A collective gasp swept through the room. Holy crap! She actually tore off Theobald
Scott’s rosary! This wasn’t just any woman; this was a force of nature.
Anna’s eyes widened, her heart pounding for Marguerite. In front of all his subordinates, in such a public setting, surely Mr. Scott would be. furious even if it was his own sister, Men valued their pride more than their lives. And that rosary never left his side; he even slept with it on.
But Theobald wasn’t angry. In fact, he was relieved. When Marguerite’s hand had shot out, he’d been sure she was about to slap him in front of everyone. And even if she had, he would have had to just stand there and take it. Compared to that losing his rosary was nothing.
Clutching the cool black beads in her hand helped Marguerite calm down. She reined in the urge to unleash a furious, multi-armed slap attack on Theobald and instead just snapped, “You love-sick idiot! Get back to the meeting p>
Obeying Marguerite was as natural as breathing. Theobald turned to go back to his seat, but seeing her still standing there, he pointed to his leather chair. “Here, you can sit here.” Then he called out, “Bring another chair for me p>
The entire conference room was speechless. Was this really happening?
Marguerite shot him a glare. “I’m not sitting there. I’m fine in the back.” She jabbed a finger at him. “The person who sits in that chair needs to be capable and responsible, and right now, don’t think you’re fit for it. You can stand for the rest of the meeting p>
Theobald’s mouth twitched. He hung his head like a scolded child. “Okay p>
The entire conference room was now in a state of catatonic shock. Was this for real?
All eyes were now on Marguerite. Unfazed, she slipped the black rosary onto her own slender wrist, then placed her hands on the conference table and offered everyone a brilliant smile.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Marguerite, and I’m your CEO’s older sister. And yes, I know I look younger and prettier than him, but I assure you, I am p>