Chapter 320 Miss Thompson Still Has Influence
In a short period of time, Jacoba thought about many things.
He was a bit worried that his dad would get close to his mommy again. A man who doesn't want his wife and kids is definitely not a good person!
"Mommy, you won't find me a dad, will you?"
Aurelia's breath hitched and she asked,
"Jacob, don't you want a dad?"
Jacoba felt a bit sad. Of course, he wanted a dad. He dreamed of having one and envied other kids who had dads, but he didn't want a bad dad!
"Mommy, I don't want a bad dad."
Aurelia said with a slight smile,
"Your father is not a bad guy. If Dad comes back from the magic academy, would you like him?"
Jacoba pouted and said,
"Depends on how he behaves!"
Aurelia silently sighed. Her son was not easy to fool, that lousy man would have a hard time in the future.
Time quickly passed, and it was the day of Chelsea's annual meeting.
Aurelia had met with Patrick the day before yesterday, and they discussed some details. They chose today to take back the company to deliver a more severe blow to Chelsea.
As for all the materials needed, Patrick had already prepared everything.
At 8 PM, the annual meeting started on time at the Royal Elven Suites.
Chelsea made it very grand this time, booking the entire hotel and even arranging security at the entrance.
All the employees who entered the venue were dressed formally, men wore suits and women wore gowns. The event was held at a five-star hotel, featuring seven-star catering with imported caviar, abalone, and high-end wines. It was exceptionally luxurious.
She was practically spending all the wealth Norman had left behind.
After being down for a few years, she finally had a chance to rise, gaining control of Norman's assets and the company. She definitely wanted to throw a big party, inviting all the city's elites to announce to the world that she had inherited Norman's company and become the CEO of Thompson Enterprises.
Chelsea was a hypocrite who loved appearances and liked to put on a show.
When Chelsea won an award in school, she would post it on Facebook to show off. Aurelia, being young at the time, didn't see Chelsea's true nature. Later, she often saw Chelsea flaunting her awards on Facebook. When she checked, it turned out almost everyone in the class had them.
After that, Aurelia realized that Chelsea's Facebook posts were set to be visible only to her. Chelsea was seeking validation from her. Chelsea would compare everything with her.
Aurelia was proud and aloof in her youth, didn't bother with Chelsea and directly blocked her on Facebook.
In the parking lot.
Aurelia and Patrick sat in the car, quietly watching different vehicles arrive, with people in suits and gowns getting out and walking into the building.
Those were all employees of Thompson Enterprises.
There were also guests Chelsea had invited, whom she considered to be of higher status.
Patrick casually rested one hand on the steering wheel, smiling nonchalantly.
"Aurelia, should we go in now?"
Aurelia checked the time, it had just started.
"Let's wait a bit, let her enjoy herself for a while. The impact will be better that way."
It is said that familiar people know best how to hurt you. In the past, Chelsea had done all sorts of terrible things to Aurelia without any limits. Now, in turn, it was Aurelia's turn to use what Chelsea cared about most to bring her down.
Chelsea, being an illegitimate child, was raised outside by Norman. She and her lover's mother dreamed of entering that house legitimately. They succeeded but were not satisfied.
They once thought of controlling Norman's company, but Norman was naturally suspicious and trusted no one completely. He kept them away from any company-related business.
Now that Norman was imprisoned, it gave Chelsea an opportunity.
She was determined to use this chance to squeeze into the upper class and become a socialite like Ashley.
Patrick's fingers tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel.
"Aurelia, want to play a game first?"
Aurelia shook her head. She wasn't in the mood for games. Her mind was filled with images of bringing Chelsea down and making her lose face.
She wanted to ruin that woman's reputation and made her pay a terrible price for what she had done.
Inside the Royal Elven Suites, Chelsea wore a custom-made gown.
She had gone for cosmetic treatments, and her face was glowing. She had also hired a professional stylist for her hair.
It said that a person's aura needs the right clothes to complement it. Despite the years of hardship, her luxurious attire covered those traces, making her look noble again, especially with that demeanor, perfectly portraying a wealthy heiress.
People raised their glasses to congratulate her.
"Miss Thompson, I'm the leader of the third group in the marketing department. Let's work together to make Thompson Enterprises the best."
Chelsea had originally been all smiles, but upon hearing he was just a group leader, she wondered if he was worthy of drinking with her. Work together? She barely curved her lips and turned to join another conversation.
Ashley was one of her key guests this time. After all, Chelsea's circle wasn't at the socialite level yet. Ashley could be her friend because she was a true socialite, one of the top ones.
Chelsea needed Ashley and her friends to support the event. She had already talked to her, asking her to bring all her good friends.
Ashley, being naive, thought Chelsea just wanted a lively event and invited everyone she could contact. This made Chelsea very happy.
Someone flattered her.
"Miss Thompson really has influence. Even the heiresses of the Heilbronn family and the Cohen family are here for our annual meeting. With so many connections, Thompson Enterprises' performance will surely skyrocket!"
"Yes, we usually don't even get a chance to see these ladies, let alone attend a banquet and have dinner with them. It's a great opportunity to expand our business."
"Quick, get a few phone numbers. If we can connect with them, we won't have to worry about our performance this month. We'll be counting on Miss Thompson to give us bonuses."
These flattering words made Chelsea's face almost numb from smiling.
She was now the head of a listed company, admired by thousands of employees. In the future, she would attend high-end clubs and interact with people far above the level of middle-tier employees like designers.
Chelsea's head was practically tilted back to the sky.
After a round of compliments, it was time for the speech.
The host, holding a microphone, announced,
"We've finally arrived at the company's annual meeting. Today, we also have a new leader taking office. Let's welcome Mr. Thompson's daughter, Miss Thompson, to say a few words."
Chelsea pursed her red lips, handed her wine glass to her assistant, and gracefully walked onto the stage.
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