Chapter 632: Chapter 632

But Monica Usher quickly regained her composure; after serving as vice president for so many years, what situation hasn’t she encountered? Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on N0veI.Fiɾe.net

She knew that the designers’ complaints about her also included dissatisfaction with the rumors about her and President Ingram, especially since the news painted an unsightly picture, and Lydia Ingram’s divorce was a fact.

This generation of young people has strong moral standards.

"Some things may not be necessary to explain, but I still want to clarify," Monica Usher said. "There is nothing between me and President Ingram. Please don’t have any misunderstandings. Going forward, everyone will see and have their own judgments."

"We’re not talking about the rumors with you right now." Someone furrowed their brows, their tone very disdainful. "Besides, your affairs don’t affect our salaries."

"Exactly." Another person chimed in, "These decisions were discussed between you and the company’s executives. Why didn’t you bring the executives out here?"

"Yeah, you could at least ask for our opinions before coming out."

"I’m sorry." Monica Usher compromised, knowing they all needed to work together to get things done. "I apologize for not considering your feelings, for not soliciting your opinions."

"President Usher, this is a form of respect." Someone spoke up, but the tone was much softer. "The designers at Kingston Group always hold meetings before setting out, and everyone agreed unanimously."

"I’m sorry." Monica Usher bowed deeply to everyone, her attitude very humble. "But since we’re already here, I hope you all can show your best creative state. I believe in your adaptability."

"Alright, alright, let’s just move things!" a male designer shouted. "Why talk about things that don’t matter?"

Then everyone began moving their luggage from the car, carrying everything into the homestay, resigning themselves to the situation.

The environment of the homestay was quite ordinary; it was just a renovated private residence.

Although it was also surrounded by mountains and water, it certainly didn’t have the charm of the cabins at the oxygen bar center, which were built specifically for tourists.

This place was about a mile or two from the cabins, reachable with a casual walk.

The reason Monica Usher chose this place was indeed out of a personal motive.

She wanted to upset Justin Kingston, wanted to be a lingering ghost, to help the R-Alan Group defeat Kingston Group, to make Justin regret!

But she didn’t know that the moment she entered the R-Alan Group, she had already stepped into an abyss.

Moreover, Justin didn’t care at all about her actions.

Monica Usher saw the news of Ariel Chandler’s death during dinner.

She saw it, and all the designers saw it; everyone was very shocked.

Someone couldn’t help but speak, "Dead?"

"It was just a divorce, why commit suicide?" Someone couldn’t understand. "Can’t live without a man? There are so many men in the world!"

"Women can be so foolish, sigh!"

"What is love in this world, that makes people pledge life and death?" someone lamented. "What’s the point of dying alone? Unfortunately, in reality, it’s often one with feelings, the other indifferent."

"There are too many heartless men in this world."

Monica Usher listened to these voices surrounding her, staring at the pictures of the retrieved body on her phone, feeling a slow suffocation rising in her chest.

Without greeting everyone, she got up and went back to her room.

At this moment, in the president’s office of the R-Alan Group.

Lydia Ingram stood with her hands behind her back in front of the window, her gaze outside extremely sharp. She had just watched the news.

At this moment, the phone rang.

She snapped back to reality, glanced at the caller ID, and answered. "Hello, President Usher." She softened her gaze, purposely not calling her Monica.

"Was your wife’s death an accident?" Monica Usher had a bad premonition.

Lydia Ingram laughed, correcting, "I’m single now, where would a wife come from?"

"Ex-wife," Monica Usher rephrased, asking directly, "Did her death have anything to do with you?"