"Manager Reyes!" Yolanda Greenwood placed the design draft directly on the table.
Jenny Reyes, trying to suppress her anger, looked up at Yolanda Greenwood, waiting for her to continue.
"Manager Reyes, don't you think I deserve an explanation?" Yolanda Greenwood demanded confidently.
Jenny Reyes genuinely laughed with anger. It was her first time encountering such an arrogant plagiarist. "Explanation? What kind of explanation do you want?"
"The client accepted my sample draft. Shouldn't you have notified me?"
"And the last time I submitted my sample draft, what right did you have to lose your temper for no reason?"
"Finally, since my sample draft was accepted, why didn't you assign me any new tasks? Give me a reason."
Every point Yolanda Greenwood made was clear and explicit.
Jenny Reyes was momentarily speechless, not expecting a plagiarist to have such clear logic.
She took a moment to respond, then answered each point.
"I've been rather busy these past few days. I forgot to inform you about the acceptance of your draft."
"That day, I wasn't really angry at you, but I felt that your draft... seemed familiar."
Her tone was clearly full of mockery.
"Do you have evidence?" Yolanda Greenwood asked seriously. "Manager Reyes, if you think my draft resembles someone else's, show it to me."
The rage inside Jenny Reyes surged, but because Melissa Greenwood had told her not to make a big deal about it, she really wanted to throw the design draft in Yolanda Greenwood's face.
"Is there any?" This time, Yolanda Greenwood needed to clear her name.
Jenny Reyes' chest heaved with fury, and it took her a while to barely utter the word "no."
She truly despised Yolanda Greenwood to the extreme.
She stood up, looking Yolanda Greenwood in the eye, "You want a new assignment, right?"
Very well, she would give her a new assignment—not to Melissa Greenwood, and she'd see whom Yolanda Greenwood could copy this time.
Jenny Reyes leaned down, pulled out a document from her drawer, and threw it at Yolanda Greenwood, "Five days, I want your draft."
She didn't want to say another word.
Yolanda Greenwood hesitated for a moment, feeling she should say something.
"Manager Reyes, I know I left a bad impression during the interview."
Jenny Reyes snorted.
"But I really do love drawing and I truly enjoy this job. I will work hard to prove that the company's choice was not wrong."
"Manager Reyes, I'll be leaving now."
Jenny Reyes spoke with sarcasm, "If you really want to thank someone, you should properly thank your cousin."
Yolanda Greenwood paused, "I will."
The second chance was hard-earned; Yolanda Greenwood went back and immediately threw herself into her work.
Over the weekend, Melissa Greenwood called her again.
"Yolanda, tonight they want to throw a welcome party for me. You should come too."
"Ah? I've made plans with a friend tonight, so I'd rather not go. Have fun."
"Don't be like that, Yolanda. You must come. Cooper will be there too; I need you two to welcome me for me to feel settled about staying in the country."
"...Alright, see you tonight."
After hanging up, Yolanda Greenwood looked despondently at Lola Gold.
Lola Gold hit the nail on the head, "Yolanda, why do I feel like as long as you don't divorce Cooper Coldson, Melissa Greenwood won't leave you alone?"
"I'll talk to Cooper again tonight."
That evening, Yolanda Greenwood changed into a fitted black cocktail dress.
Her wardrobe was sparse, many items even hand-me-downs from Melissa Greenwood.
Eliana Reed disliked buying her clothes and was even less willing to dress her up.
This single cocktail dress was purchased secretly by Yolanda Greenwood, intended for her honeymoon with Cooper, but she had been too naive...
The welcome banquet was set at the Empire Grand Hotel, the only seven-star hotel nationwide. Athena White's birthday banquet had also been held here.
Revisiting the old place, Yolanda Greenwood was feeling particularly confliced.
By the time they reached the 18th-floor banquet hall, many people had already arrived—mostly Melissa Greenwood's friends and likewise, the witnesses of the past scandal.
Everyone looked at Yolanda with odd glares.
"Yolanda, you've finally come."
Melissa stepped forward, directly hooked Yolanda's arm, and pulled her into the middle of the crowd.
"Melissa," one of her close friends, Athena White, started, puzzled, "why did you even invite her?"
"Really, to be associated with this kind of person, are you waiting for the New Year?"
"She has the nerve to come, she really is shameless."
The others chimed in immediately.
"Enough, Athena, let's not talk about Yolanda anymore. She already admitted her mistake from back then."
Melissa was notably affectionate, "She has agreed to divorce Cooper, and grant us our wish."
"Tsk!" The crowd grimaced.
"Cooper!" Melissa suddenly became excited, and letting go of Yolanda, she ran toward the entrance.
Everyone looked toward the doorway.
Cooper Coldson wore a high-end black suit, broad shoulders and narrow waist with long legs, exuding a powerful presence, while Melissa donned a black fishtail dress that trailed on the floor, looking charming and alluring.
Together, they were a perfect match.
Athena White rolled her eyes at the Yolanda, "See? In front of them, you're just an ugly duckling. Have some self-awareness."
The crowd approached, laughing and talking, surrounding Cooper and Melissa with all sorts of flattering words.
Yolanda's eyes hurt, and she found a seat to sip her drink quietly.
High society mingled not far from her, where she had no ties, yet she kept an eye on the activities there.
Cooper disliked such crowded scenes; indeed, it wasn't long before he retreated to a private VIP room.
Yolanda stood up, planning to head there.
"Yolanda," Melissa appeared just in time, holding a drink in her hand, "where were you just now? Why not join in with everyone?"
"I'm a bit tired," Yolanda forced a smile. "Cousin, I want to go see Cooper, ask him about the divorce, then I'll head back. I'm really tired today."
"I see, alright," Melissa handed her the drink she was holding, "I was just about to take this to Cooper; you go give it to him instead."
"Okay." Yolanda took the drink to the VIP room.
Cooper was sitting on the couch and opened his eyes in irritation as someone entered.
The woman in front of him wore a somewhat outdated dress, revealing thin limbs, and even her waist seemed fragile as though it could snap with a pinch.
She bent down to place the drink, her shapely curves hard to ignore.
It couldn't be denied that Yolanda's figure could drive any man wild.
Of course, except for Cooper, who coldly asked, "What tricks are you playing now?"
The last incident in this VIP room was unforgettable to anyone.
Yolanda blushed slightly, "Cooper, it's been a month since the divorce matter..."
"Is that why you came? Just to remind me of this?" Cooper said with derision.
"Yes." Yolanda felt uncomfortable, "Please find some time."
Cooper picked up the drink in front of him and took a light sip, "So eager to divorce me? Then why bother in the first place? What do you take me for?"
Yolanda clenched her teeth, "About what happened back then, I've said it many times, I was drugged..."
"Forget it, you never believe whatever I say." She sighed, "I just hope that you..."
At that moment, the VIP room's door opened again, and Melissa entered.
Yolanda didn't want to stay any longer, "Anyway, get the paperwork done quickly, I'm leaving now."