CHAPTER 85: CHAPTER 85: BEING OUTSTANDING DOESN’T GUARANTEE A GOOD LIFE

Just as Ivy Jennings was stunned, the elevator doors opened and Faye Turner stepped out, only to be pulled back in by Ivy, who had just come to her senses and forcefully tugged her arm.

"What are you doing?" Faye almost fell and looked up at her in surprise.

Ivy still held her arm tightly and directly confronted her, "Where did you get the necklace around your neck?" Her voice, usually cool and composed, was now slightly trembling.

"Why should I tell you?" The girl flung her hand away. "Secretary Jennings, though we’re in the company, our work doesn’t intersect at all. Please don’t pull me around and act high and mighty!"

Ivy glared at her, various unusual fragments flashing through her mind. She asked incredulously, "Did you marry the President?"

Something flickered in Faye’s eyes as she quickly regained her composure.

Facing Ivy’s gaze, she replied with a clear conscience, "I just saw him wearing a wedding ring! Why are you targeting me?"

"Because I watched him buy that necklace!"

Ivy struggled to control her emotions. "It’s the flagship piece for the Year of the Rabbit and it’s a limited edition exclusive to Argent—a single necklace worth nearly a million!"

The price made the girl’s chest tighten suddenly! Nearly a million??

Yet she remained calm on the surface, "You should ask him who he gave it to! Besides, rabbit pendants aren’t that rare. How can you be sure it’s the same one? Why do you keep pestering me?"

The elevator doors opened again, and Faye stepped out without looking back!

She no longer faced the issue directly and made no attempt to explain to Ivy.

Ivy felt deeply troubled. She really couldn’t believe it, nor did she want to believe it... It couldn’t be a coincidence; she had once picked up and meticulously examined that necklace.

Faye was just an ordinary girl, nothing exceptional!

She wasn’t even half as capable as Ivy! A newcomer to the design department, with no achievements under her belt—what made her deserving?

But Ivy quickly pulled her thoughts back together as she emerged carrying files.

She found Manager Sawyer in the project department to communicate the President’s directives.

Manager Sawyer halted all his work, picked up a pen, and took notes seriously, nodding occasionally, "Secretary Jennings, will President Lancaster personally oversee all the products in the perfume planning project?"

"Certainly." Ivy told him, "President Lancaster has studied perfume abroad extensively; he’s practically an expert. So, make sure your team doesn’t slack off."

"You and President Lancaster can rest assured, we’ll do our best."

"By the way, I must remind you," Ivy said as she finished coordinating the files, "If the new products don’t pass the review, your department’s performance score will be zero."

"..." The pressure on Manager Sawyer was already considerable, and now it had grown even heavier.

"It’s alright, no need to be nervous. Just make sure your team works as hard as usual and maintains a positive mindset; the results will definitely match our expectations." Ivy glanced at the time, "I have to go now; there’s a meeting I need to attend immediately."

"Understood, Secretary Jennings, you go ahead."

Ivy, dressed in a tight-fitting dark purple blazer, turned and left, her high heels clicking.

She was efficient in handling matters and had a clear mind, especially when conveying the President’s commands; she always highlighted the key points and never wasted words.

A meeting led by Ivy was one where she conveyed the President’s wishes regarding another major project.

Though young, she was highly educated, fluent in five languages, and had worked alongside Adrian Lancaster for years, showcasing strong leadership qualities.

Her and Dustin Shepherd’s competence was well-recognized within the company, though they handled different sections.

At this moment, an SUV seemed to have lost control, failing to decelerate and suddenly swerved, crashing into the courtyard of the Lancaster Family’s old manor!

Old Master Lancaster, practicing Tai Chi under the camphor tree, was startled and turned to look. The car door opened—

Only to see Brandon Lancaster, covered in blood, roll out from the driver’s seat, letting out a pained groan.

The Old Master quickly walked toward him, leaving his cane behind, as two guards followed closely.