As soon as Evelyn stepped through the door, whispers of gossip hit her like a gust of wind, and a smirk tugged at her lips.
It seemed she had indeed been neglecting management these past two years. The company was in chaos, and it was no surprise that their recent performance had taken a nosedive.
The glances from others finally made Lila realize she had been caught red-handed. She spun around and, sure enough, met a pair of mocking eyes.
A flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes, but she quickly dismissed it. After all, Evelyn was just a country bumpkin who sold fish, a discarded child of a wealthy family. Why should she be afraid of her?
With that thought, she stood a little taller, defiance in her posture.
"Evelyn, since when did you get to call the shots in our AS design department?
