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Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Chapter: 18
“Let me ask him. But don’t keep your hopes high,” Galilea responded, grinning. @
“Really? He’s always treated you well,” Galilea’s assistant teased. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.
“Galilea, We are all aware of how much Mr. Blakely admires you. He gave you the spokesperson role for MQ Clothing as soon as you returned, Doesn’t that reveal his sentiments?”
“Enough with the teasing,” Galilea reprimanded gently. Turning to Sabrina, she instructed, “Why don’t you lead them to the restaurant? Tyrone and I will join you later.” @
Sabrina felt a pang in her heart as she noticed Galilea’s radiant smile. She merely nodded, dropped the folder in her office, and led the others to reserve a private area at the restaurant. After placing some orders, she engaged everyone in a casual conversation
She was adept at her job and she knew it.
The attendees of the meeting were busy sharing stories and Laughter.
Soon, the conversation veered towards Sabrina. Julia commented, “I’ve heard so much about you. You must have been in the industry for quite some time.”
Jumping at the chance, the product manager patted Sabrina’s shoulder
“Not really. She’s been around for just three years. Despite her age, she’s remarkable. She’s the marketing strategist behind last year’s most popular MOBA game, The Warrior.”
Julia didn’t seem to care much about this fact. She instead questioned, “But isn’t she Mr. Blakely’s sister?”
The product manager remained silent, wearing a solemn expression on their face.
The room went quiet, her statement implied that Sabrina’s relation to Tyrone got her the job.
“You could say that. His grandfather has raised me,” Sabrina responded with a smile.
“What an interesting story!” Julia exclaimed.
Her words carried an undertone that didn’t sit well with the staff.
Maintaining her poise, Sabrina continued, “My father was friends with Mr. Blakely’s grandfather. After my father’s demise, he took me under his wing.”
“Interesting! I always thought it had something to do with your father donating his liver to him,” Julia said.
Expressions of discomfort rippled across the faces of Blakely Group’s staff, even Galilea’s team seemed flustered. Unseen by others, an assistant stealthily tugged at Julia’s sleeve below the table.
Julia, however, merely tilted her head upwards.
“Are you implying that Mr. Blakely’s grandfather had a disregard for his friends, prioritizing profit above all?” Sabrina inquired, her tone steady.
Julia appeared taken aback. “That wasn’t my intent.”
In that moment, the door swung open and in walked Tyrone and Galilea, hand in hand.
He was the epitome of a handsome, affluent gentleman, she the embodiment of beauty and success. Their perfect pairing was the envy of all present.