Chapter 357
Chapter 357:
After all, he wasn’t in any rush.
The casino wasn’t far, and Harold’s steps quickened as he imagined the clatter of dice and the whirl of slot machines.
Ten thousand dollars wouldn’t last forever, but it was enough to keep him entertained for a few days—and to come back for more when the time was right.
Meanwhile, Bella climbed into her car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. She checked the rearview mirror, scanning for any sign of pursuit. Nothing. Relief washed over her like a cold wave. At least for now, she was safe.
But the unease lingered. She would need to be more careful.
Perhaps, it would be best to avoid coming to this place for a while.
She couldn’t afford another run-in with that madman.
Bella wasn’t interested in digging up the past anymore, knowing her future with the Harris family was something worth holding onto. Her priority was clear—cement her place in the Harris family. Soon, she would begin her internship at the Harris Group, and this was her chance to prove herself indispensable.
Nothing—not Harold, not anyone—would stand in her way.
By the time Bella got home, her resolve was ironclad. She headed straight to her room, carefully unpacked her new purchases, and methodically planned for the days ahead. She couldn’t afford a single misstep.
That evening, the Harris family gathered for dinner. The air buzzed with an unspoken tension as Callum addressed the table.
“Yelena, Bella,” he said, setting down his glass. “You’ll both start in the design department tomorrow. I’ve arranged everything. You’ll begin as assistants and learn the ropes from there p>
Both girls nodded. “Thank you, Dad p>
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Bella then glanced at Yelena, her lips curling into a faint, calculated smile. It was time to sit tight and watch the show.
The next morning, the two young women arrived at the Harris Group headquarters.
Bella had gone to great lengths to ensure she looked impeccable, donning her most luxurious designer outfit. Yelena, however, had dressed simply—a crisp white T-shirt, perfectly fitted jeans, and sneakers. Yet her natural charisma made her shine in a way that Bella couldn’t ignore.
There was something about Yelena’s effortless poise, the way she seemed to glow without even trying, that made Bella’s carefully curated image feel almost artificial in comparison. And it bugged Bella to no end.
The Design Department
The car pulled up smoothly to the towering Harris Group building. Before the driver could open the door for them, Bella was already stepping out, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. She didn’t so much as glance back at Yelena.
Entering the building first was deliberate—Bella had no intention of walking in alongside Yelena.
By the time Yelena caught up with Bella at the design department, the workspace was beginning to hum with activity as employees filtered in.
The design department’s director, Vida Garcia, a poised woman in her early 40s, stepped forward with a professional smile to greet the newcomers during their morning briefing.
“Good morning, everyone. Before we start, I’d like to introduce two new faces joining our design team today — Bella Harris and Yelena Roberts. Please lend them a hand as they get settled p>
Bella seized the opportunity, tilting her head slightly and flashing a radiant smile. “Good morning! I look forward to working with all of you p>
Yelena, in contrast, simply nodded. “Thank you for your guidance,” she said, her tone neutral and almost detached.
It wasn’t cold, exactly, but it lacked the warmth Bella had poured into her introduction.
Those familiar with Yelena’s understated personality thought little of it, but for others, her brief response came across as distant, even haughty.