CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109: THE BEGINNING OF THE WRIGHT FAMILY’S RUIN

Amelia Wright’s words were not believed by anyone in the design department.

Everyone thought Amelia Wright was just making excuses to avoid leaving.

Sarah Bennett had been in the design department at Cloudglow for many years; whether in terms of experience or ability, she was the leader of this group of people.

Then, suddenly, Amelia Wright was parachuted in, pressing down on everyone.

Did their small department really need a design supervisor?

Sarah Bennett felt resentful, and even though she was instructed from above, she asked with determination, "Supervisor Wright, if these orders are completed without achieving the effect you mentioned, what then?"

"If I can’t do it, I’ll permanently retire from the circle," Amelia Wright said coolly.

Sarah felt a tightness in her chest, shocked at how drastic Amelia Wright’s words were.

In the high-end custom jewelry industry, entering the circle wasn’t easy, and retiring meant no longer having any contact with this industry.

It was known that Amelia Wright had just completed Fiona Morgan’s order, revealing her sharp edge.

Amelia Wright didn’t care what these people thought.

She initially planned to leave after completing this order, but the Wright family shares forcibly given to her by Godfery Shaw made it impossible for her to leave just like that.

The shares were too valuable, and she didn’t know how to repay them.

She owed Godfery Shaw a lot and was duty-bound to do something for him.

"Alright, I’ve said what I needed to say, let’s adjourn," Amelia Wright said as she stood up, then looked at Sarah Bennett and added, "Oh right, starting today, you’ll be my special assistant."

After speaking, without waiting for Sarah Bennett to respond, Amelia Wright turned and left the meeting room.

It seemed she had simply made a decision, regardless of whether Sarah Bennett agreed or not, she had to comply.

After being reborn, Amelia Wright was inherently strong. She only owed Godfery Shaw, not the people in the design department. Once she set a goal, she needed not their opposition but their obedience and cooperation.

Amelia Wright left, leaving behind a group of people exchanging bewildered glances.

"Miss Bennett, what does Supervisor Wright mean by this? She’s deliberately making it difficult for you!"

"You’ve worked hard for so many years and finally achieved your position today. How can you so easily let someone else take over and even become an assistant? It’s truly infuriating."

"What does she have that’s so impressive, other than knowing Fiona Morgan? She’s just a newcomer in this circle yet dares to disrespect her seniors like this."

Sarah Bennett interrupted the crowd’s discussions with a stern face, "Are you all done with your idle chatting? Is there time to gossip here when your tasks aren’t finished?"

Seeing Sarah Bennett angry, the crowd quickly dispersed and returned to their offices.

The young assistant also wanted to leave, tiptoeing a step before being stopped, "Hand over your tasks to me."

The young assistant was on the verge of tears.

She was a recent graduate intern who had finally found a position as an assistant, and now it was all going down the drain? That’s too cruel!

Sarah Bennett also thought Amelia Wright was deliberately making things difficult for her, but she still endured the humiliation and transferred the assistant’s tasks. She wanted to see just how well this Supervisor Wright could perform, and whether she could maintain her composure if she failed and had to retire.

Sarah Bennett carried a pile of documents and knocked on the supervisor’s office door.

As soon as she entered, she was nearly startled.

Hailey Smith stood at the wall by the door, arms crossed and eyes straight ahead.

Many people at Cloudglow knew Hailey Smith, as she was Basil Smith’s younger brother and once his confidant. It was rumored that he later offended Basil and went to follow Amelia Wright.

Regardless, he used to be close to the big boss, and now standing beside Amelia Wright made Sarah Bennett feel a bit uncomfortable.

She ignored this pressure and walked up to Amelia Wright, "Supervisor Wright, here are last year’s order data reports. I’ll finish compiling this year’s data as soon as possible."

Amelia Wright frowned and looked up, "You don’t need to do those tasks. Here are some draft design sketches; you handle communicating the client’s general intentions and select appropriate gemstones. Then we’ll work together to finalize the drafts."

Sarah Bennett was directly stunned.

What was Amelia Wright doing?

Wasn’t she supposed to be making things difficult for her?

These orders were all taken by Amelia Wright, these initial design drafts were drawn by Amelia Wright. Why would she let Sarah Bennett choose the gemstones, sharing half the credit? What was the meaning of this?

Amelia Wright, not hearing an answer, frowned and asked, "What, is there a problem with this task?"

Sarah Bennett immediately shook her head, "No... No problem."

Amelia Wright’s expression remained indifferent, and her words were straightforward, "If there’s no problem, why are you standing there? Move an office chair inside; from now on, you’ll temporarily work in the same office as me."

"...Alright."

Sarah Bennett walked out of the office in a daze, pushing her office chair under the curious gaze of everyone, into Amelia Wright’s office.

Watching Amelia Wright, who was continually sketching with her pen on blank paper.

Suddenly, Sarah Bennett felt that she, who prided herself on being a professional woman, wearing fitting suits, high heels, with short neat hair.

Was completely overshadowed in aura by the young-faced, seemingly still a student, person before her.

Amelia Wright handed a corrected draft to Sarah Bennett, "The rest you handle communicating and deciding. Finalize the final drafts as soon as possible and give them to me."

Sarah Bennett regained her composure and quickly nodded, "Alright."

The two worked quickly, directly busy until noon.

Even though Sarah Bennett didn’t personally like Amelia Wright, she had to admit, this person was a genius.

These design drafts, even the preliminary sketches were so beautiful that she had the impulse to have a set made for herself.

Most importantly, such stunning design drafts were completed within two hours, under her own eyes, five initial sketches emerged.

It was known that such drafts required considering many factors, and many designers might take a month or two to ponder a single one.

Yet this Amelia Wright seemed not to need to consider anything, picked up her pen, and drew, producing works that could captivate the heart.

In this industry, talent is indeed required.

But could someone really have talent to this extent?

In this atmosphere, Sarah Bennett also quickly became busy.

With Sarah Bennett’s assistance, the progress was indeed much faster, and Amelia Wright was very pleased.

In her past life, she had been ruined by Ava Wright, her reputation demolished, forced to give up painting, while being compelled to assist Ava Wright, and entered the Wright Corporation. She had struggled in this circle and thoroughly understood the fashion trends of the next two years.

Every design she drew right now was meant to be the upcoming flagship style for the Wright Corporation.

She was just seizing the opportunity, deliberately doing so.

When her orders were publicly released, those brewing styles from the Wright family would essentially be rendered useless.

If the Wright family insisted on producing similar styles, she would accuse the Wright family of plagiarism.

Those who could afford custom jewelry were either wealthy or noble; no one would want something they bought to carry the reputation of plagiarism.

This was her beginning to ruin the Wright family.

Crushing the Wright family was easy; Amelia Wright contemplated how to make it miserably enough, to push the Wright family members to wish they were dead, as murder is illegal after all.

Until twelve-thirty, Amelia Wright and Sarah Bennett showed no signs of stopping.

Hailey Smith looked at the time and directly spoke, "Master, it’s time for lunch, and my brother wants you to go to the top floor to have your wound dressed."