Chapter 442
Chapter 442:
For a moment, Brinley’s confident facade cracked. “Well, I’ve had enough of this little sideshow p>
With that, she walked away, head high, looking more smug than ever.
Corbett slammed the door shut behind her with a resounding bang, the noise jarring enough to make Erica flinch. Her eyes widened, pupils trembling slightly. “Maybe… maybe one of you should take over the presentation instead p>
Corbett glanced at Erica, the temptation to agree flashing in his eyes for a brief second.
Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal. However, those harsh words from Brinley had hit too close to home.
If Erica bombed tomorrow, Brinley’s smugness would only grow, tarnishing their lab’s reputation—and even Roland’s legacy. But before Corbett could respond, Yelena spoke up firmly. “No.
We’re not switching p>
Erica and Corbett both looked at her, puzzled. “Why not p>
“Brinley’s here to stir the pot,” Yelena said, her voice calm but firm. “If we switch presenters now, it’s like waving the white flag before the battle even starts p>
After a brief pause, she added, “If one try isn’t enough, then we’ll run through it a dozen times if we have to. We’ll make it work p>
Yelena’s determination sparked something deep within Erica. With a steely resolve, she gritted her teeth and said, “Alright, I’ll give it my all p>
Corbett had initially intended to talk Erica out of it, but something shifted. Seeing her fiery spirit, he chose a different path.
He looked at Erica with a warm, reassuring smile. “We’ll tackle this together,” he said firmly.
Concerned Erica might still feel jittery, Yelena decided to stick around late, even if it meant staying up all night.
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Yelena dialed Donna, explaining the situation in a calm, measured tone.
Just as Donna was about to respond, Elianna walked in, overhearing the conversation.
Elianna scoffed, “Not coming home again? Yelena, always so wayward. Does she think this is a hotel? Does she even care about the Harris family name p>
Donna frowned, covering the phone’s microphone. “Yelena’s not doing anything bad. She’s busy with schoolwork. She doesn’t have time for nonsense p>
Elianna snorted in disbelief. “She says schoolwork, and you just believe her? What if she’s up to something inappropriate? She didn’t grow up under our roof, after all p>
Donna quickly ended the call, wanting to shield Yelena from the rest of the conversation.
What Donna didn’t realize was that Yelena had caught bits and pieces of the talk and could piece the rest together. It was nothing new—just the same tired jabs aimed at her. Yelena knew Donna had ended the call to shield her from hearing more.
Elianna was unbearable, always picking on those she saw as easy targets.
Yelena doubted Elianna would ever dare criticize Callum. An idea then flickered through Yelena’s mind, her eyes lighting up with mischief.
Yelena dialed her father’s number, recalling that Callum was supposed to return from his business trip today and assuming he’d be home by now.
“Yelena?” Callum’s voice lit up with excitement when he saw her name on the screen.
Despite Yelena being back with the Harris family for some time, Callum always felt the distance between them. She had never reached out to him before—not to call, not even for a casual chat.
He turned to his assistant, barely able to contain himself. “Would you look at that? My daughter’s calling me.” He beamed widely.
The assistant raised an eyebrow, amused by Callum’s eagerness. He almost seemed like a proud kid showing off a prized achievement.
But Callum couldn’t care less what the world thought of him. He quickly swiped to answer, as though the call might vanish if he hesitated even a second.