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Everyone turned to look at Lilian, and the room went quiet.

Lilian stood there in a crisp white shirt, a flowing khaki skirt, and stylish white heels–definitely a corporate look. The lace trim on her shirt collar and sleeves softened her appearance, making her seem gentle and approachable.

Her face wasn’t exactly stunning, but her features came together nicely. The warm smile she wore was friendly and innocent, much like a little bunny, which made everyone feel a strong urge to protect her.

Cynthia squinted at Lilian. Her beautiful eyes, however, were as cold as ice.

“I’m new here and just getting started, so I hope everyone can help me out,” Lilian said, giving a slight bow after her introduction. Even with an impressive resume, she kept a humble vibe, making the others warm up to her right away. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

After some friendly exchanges, Lilian approached Cynthia last. “Cynthia, we’re colleagues. I’m still figuring things out, so please help me.”

Surprise registered on the faces around them. Vivian jumped in, “Do you two know each other?”

With a bright smile, Lilian added, “Cynthia and I were high school classmates and used to be best friends.”

Cynthia forced a smile, but her eyes were icy. “We were classmates, but I wouldn’t call us best friends.”

Lilian’s smile faltered, and she looked down. “You’re right. I don’t deserve to call myself your friend. My background doesn’t match up. I realize that now.”

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Lilian bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, making her look genuinely pitiful–something even a stranger couldn’t ignore.

Just then, Vivian stepped in, her expression tinged with disgust. “Cynthia, what’s there to be arrogant? Lilian is a top student from Coluria University. Calling you her friend should be a compliment, but you don’t seem to appreciate it.”

Vivian then took hold of Lilian’s arm. “Forget her. She’s not liked around here. We’re all your friends now.”

Freddie, feeling a bit awkward, quickly added, “Lilian, why don’t you hang out with Vivian for now? Oh, and the news department has a meeting at nine.”

As Lilian walked away, surrounded by a crowd, Cynthia couldn’t shake off a feeling of discomfort but composed herself soon. Lilian was a pro at masking her true self. Otherwise, Cynthia wouldn’t have been fooled for three years back in high school.

Lilian always showed her vulnerable side to get sympathy from others, playing the damsel in distress to pull someone into her corner. Just now, when she brought up her humble beginnings, it was meant to make everyone believe Cynthia was looking down on her, and Vivian had jumped to defend her.

Cynthia could hold her own, but explaining herself in front of a crowd eager to see her fail wasn’t appealing. Plus, she knew that no matter what she said, their biases wouldn’t change.

Actually, she didn’t have the best reputation at the station. She had tried to mend relationships among her colleagues but soon realized it was a lost cause. Their interests conflicted, and the more

she tried, the more they labeled her as scheming. So, for the past year, she’d focused on herself, tuning out the gossip.

Despite having a successful career this past year, she felt unhappy with the tangled web of office politics. Becoming a news anchor was supposed to fulfill a childhood dream, but leaving didn’t mean she was helpless.

Her wide–ranging interests and skills would keep her secure for life. Just her investment dividends from QUEEN alone had already secured her financial freedom.

be a way why than would come here, but she was tied of competing with Lilian. Maybe leaving this place won’t by wh a bad why after all the thought

thered in the conference room.

Provide the nexton kicked things off Linda will finish her handover in a week and leave the station, so we need to pick a new anchor for the prime time shot before then

Vive jumped in. I think Lilian would be a fantastic choice that saw some footage of her from BNC, and she’s amazing. She even fitted in as an international anchor at BNC, switching between Anmerian and Chusian like it’s nothing!”

Predicchus han great, but her remember this position was originally meant for Cynthia. She has the most advertising contracts and is the most popular among us.

Vixen wwwd ht our newx deysartment it just about ade We need someone with solid professional skills. If we only care about who has the most commercials, everyone will stops focusing on delivering the news and start chasing advertisers Bastoner comment about having advertiers was clearly aged at Cynthia.

Cena ? her ban back unfazed I was at the Skyer Grous business banquet the other night and overheard some staff

alking They unions a gut on our station, one with monolide, who is always hanging around Mr. Leach

Used Mix Lowch ought her sitting on his lap calling him intimately. She slapped the girl hard, and now it seems Mr. Towhand Ms. Losch might be getting a divorce. So, is there really someone like that at our station?”

11AMANYAV and she shot aus, furious Cynthia, don’t make accusations without proof”

CENA SA Zakit sa was you. The station is huge, and there’s more than one girl with monolids.

Angad–we should us on the news and chasing advertisers can backfire badly. Mrs. Leach is We ruthless There was once a secretary from Skyer Group who tried to cozy up to Mr. Leach; she ended up arving thrown out of the mall, clothes ripped off

What actually added Mrs. Leach on WhatsApp after the last dinner, and yesterday she asked me about that girl with

Dans angri shifted to panse. “What did you tell her? Her question exposed her vulnerability

Averyone exchanges glances, intrigued yet tense. But at that moment. Vivian was only focused on herself. She thought she And except the last encounter quickly without being fully recognized. But now, she realized Sophia Leach remembered her

Cvethis watched 1ean with a knowing smile Just as Vivian braced for the worst, Cynthia finally said. “This is about our Stations Prystation. Since I didn’t sort this out, I didn’t say anything more. Honestly, I had almost forgotten about it until FOR UNION advertisers

Keder soxdal Dian’s face, but her look at Cynthia now carried wariness Cynthia is clearly playing a deeper game. She Anows that I’m on Mrs. Leach’s radar and has said nothing, using this information as leverage. And now, I can do nothing at

Resigned Than sank back into her seat in silence, no lo