Chapter 308
Chapter 308:
Yelena, calm and composed, nodded with a faint smile. “Sure, the design department sounds great,” she said, her voice steady. “I’ve heard Harris Group’s design team is full of brilliant people. I’m sure I can learn a lot from them p>
Behind Yelena’s agreeable demeanor was a razor-sharp awareness of Bella’s intentions. Yelena had seen through her sister’s ambition long ago. It was painfully clear that Bella’s aspirations extended far beyond a simple career.
If Bella’s motives were purely professional, Yelena might have let things slide. But Bella’s schemes reeked of something far more insidious.
Yelena hadn’t forgotten the string of “accidents” she’d encountered in recent months, all suspiciously timed and carefully orchestrated. She knew in her gut that Bella was behind them.
Bella was playing dirty, and Yelena had no plans to stay passive.
She wouldn’t just stop Bella from achieving her goals—she’d expose Bella’s true nature, piece by piece, until everyone saw the person lurking beneath the polished exterior.
Callum beamed at Yelena’s response, his pride evident. “That’s the spirit, my dear. Once you’ve gained enough experience, you can take charge of the design department. I have no doubt you’ll do an excellent job p>
Yelena returned his smile with practiced ease. “Thank you, Dad. I’ll work hard to meet your expectations p>
Across the table, Bella’s composure faltered, her fingers tightening into a fist beneath the tablecloth.
Damn it! Yelena was doing this on purpose.
Yelena’s sudden interest in the design department wasn’t coincidental. It was a calculated move—one meant to thwart Bella’s ambitions.
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This little troublemaker couldn’t be allowed to stay. Bella pressed her lips into a thin line, her head bowing slightly to shield her expression.
When she was sure no one was looking, her lips curved into a smile—a sharp, icy smirk that carried a chill to rival the iciest winter night.
Bella knew she had to tread carefully. Openly challenging Yelena wasn’t an option.
In her parents’ eyes, she was the obedient, devoted daughter who knew her place.
Callum and Donna clearly adored Yelena, and if Bella showed even a hint of rivalry, it could easily be interpreted as ungratefulness—a betrayal of the family that had taken her in.
As an adopted daughter, what leverage did she have to stand against their biological child?
Bella understood her position all too well. If she wanted to win this battle, it would have to be fought from the shadows, with careful, subtle moves.
Still, there were moments when Bella’s thoughts drifted to her biological parents.
Were they from a wealthy family like the Harrises? Or were they ordinary people, struggling to make ends meet?
The second possibility always filled Bella with dread. If her parents had been well-off, surely they would have searched for her.
The more likely scenario was that they had abandoned her out of desperation—poverty driving them to leave her behind.
This fear kept Bella from digging deeper into her origins. The thought of trading her life of luxury for hardship was unbearable.
She had grown accustomed to the comfort and prestige of the Harris family, and the idea of living without it chilled her to the core.
After dinner, the Harris family left the restaurant. The mood was light as they stepped into the lobby—until they unexpectedly ran into the Ellis family.
Janelle’s birthday celebration had just concluded, and the Ellis family was heading out as well.
Their paths crossed like a twist of fate.
The Ellis family immediately recognized Callum.
Compared to the illustrious Harris family, the Ellis family was undeniably a step below in prestige and influence. Their numerous business dealings with Harris Group made the Ellis Group eager to maintain good relations.
When Gordon Ellis, the president of the Ellis Group, spotted Callum, his face lit up, and he approached quickly, extending his hand. “Mr. Harris! Great to see you here p>