RankNovelChapter 347 As Angela noticed Dexter's slightly tense face, an unexplainable thought arose in her mind.
She could almost picture him awkwardly giving orders to Rocky, telling him to hire online commenters to stir up rumors about them.
Rocky would probably think he had misheard and ask for confirmation, only to be scolded in a low voice before he scurried away with his tail between his legs.
Clearing her throat, Angela asked casually, "Have you eaten?" Dexter didn't meet her gaze. "I have." Then, he quickly went upstairs.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I genuinely think he has strong feelings for you. Are you really not going to consider being with him? It's not every day you cacross a good man like him even in a place like Eldmere City." Chuckling, Mia then added, "Besides, he's completely devoted to you. Imagine the prestige of being able to conquer a man like that!" Angela merely smiled noncommittally.
The world truly didn't make sense. Since ancient times, men had always been the ones taught to pursue power, status, wealth, and women. They needed to be ambitious, fight for dominance, and rise above others.
But women, from birth, were indoctrinated with the idea of being a good wife and mother, as if their life's greatest aspiration was to earn a man's unwavering love.
If one stopped to think, it was nothing short of absurd.
After a brief silence, Angela finally said, "He's a good man, but he's not suitable as a lifelong partner." Mia was stunned. She stared at Angela, momentarily at a loss for words.
"What?" "Wow, you really think that? When did you becso strong-minded? I heard that you used to..." "That's in the past. The future is bright and full of possibilities." Angela laughed heartily, leaning back onto the couch in a relaxed manner.
"Hey, your wound-" "Ow! It hurts!" Angela's back had barely brushed against the couch before she sprang back, gasping as her face went white.
The wound on her back stretched across her skin like a centipede. Every tJoanne applied the ointment for Angela, she would remind her to use the best scar cream; otherwise, it would leave a permanent mark.
But Angela saw it differently. To her, the scar was like a badge of honor-a symbol of how she had once again turned the tide with her own strength, growing into someone truly formidable.
When she returned to Graham Group, she could clearly feel the change in attitude.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPeople treated her with more respect, and even the older employees of the company kept their mouths shut, no longer daring to gossip or oppose her.
After more than half a month, the wound on her back was almost and healed. With Joanne meticulously planning her diet and her daily routine of kickboxing practice, Angela's body had grown much stronger, radiating an undeniable vitality from the inside out.
"Ms. Graham, we don't necessarily have to take down Joel Crawford.
He's always been arrogant Yes, he's adegend in the design industry, but that doesn't justify him abusing his influence to keep making things difficult for us. "In just a few months, he's pressured us multiple times, forcing us to close five or six of our stores in Otril-" "Are you trying to persuadeto back down, or are you encouragingto deal with this problem?" Angela interrupted Clara, looking exasperated.
Clara chuckled awkwardly. "This is a long-standing issue. If we can solve it, it will greatly boost both our m reputation within the company and the company's long-term growth. But if we fail... Well, it won't be the end of the world. We can always just withdraw from Otril's market." "No way." Angela slammed the table. "Bill was able to hold his ground and cultivate this thriving market. There's no way I'm going to let it fall apart under my watch."
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