"You think highly of yourself. Aren't you the woman who harmed Mr Hudson, Clarissa's father? Our soon-to-be heiress? I'm giving you my last warning — leave before I call the police and charge you with fraud and intrusion," the receptionist said, scoffing.
Bragging about Clarissa being the soon-to-be heiress didn't stir jealousy inside her, just a lazy yawn. Power struggles? No, she was too disinterested to get involved in such things.
What mattered most was her parents' company not to fall into those hypocritical hands.
The receptionist glanced between the security guards, scrambling her thoughts to drive this woman away to finish her task when they heard a gentle voice tinged with rage.
"Selina, what's going on?" Noah's voice resonated from behind.
Selina turned slightly to face him. "I've suddenly been erased from the candidate shortlist without being notified," she explained.
Drawing closer, the receptionist acknowledged Noah and hurriedly greeted him. "Good morning, sir."
