Chapter 295 Deserved Misfortune: Ophelia's Tragedy
Theodore finished speaking, no one objected anymore.
She was truly convincing.
Andrew gritted his teeth.
He knew he had no right to disagree at this moment, so he just gritted his teeth and sulked.
"After confirming Cecilia's role, we should clarify the tasks for Andrew and Juliana," Theodore shifted the topic.
Everyone turned their attention to Andrew and Juliana.
Theodore announced, "First, let's talk about Juliana. Juliana's initial commitment was to complete an independent marketing plan, double the existing marketing performance, and assist Cecilia in achieving her targets. Clearly, Juliana has met all these goals. Therefore, Juliana is promoted from the head of the marketing planning department to the assistant general manager of the sales department."
Juliana's smile was unrestrained upon when she heard her promotion.
The next second, she quickly restrained all her smiles.
Because Andrew's cold gaze was fixed on her, making her too scared to show any hint of pride.
Theodore added, "Now, let's talk about Andrew. After much consideration, although Andrew hasn't met his targets, he is Vincent's only son and needs proper training. So, despite not meeting the three-month goal, but still give him another chance, we look at his results after six months. If there's no improvement, Andrew will start from the ordinary staff as promised. But if his performance improves, I'll promote him based on his abilities," Theodore's words carried authority.
There was no favoritism, and it was fair and impartial. Left no room for rebuttal at all.
Andrew held back, saying nothing.
Theodore looked at Andrew, "Do you have any objections?"
"I have no objections," Andrew only answered stiffly.
He had to admit this was the best outcome for him.
If he resisted now, it would only show that he didn't know what was good for him.
Suppressing his anger, he told himself that one day, he would make all these people meet a terrible end.
Especially Theodore and Cecilia, he would make sure they lost everything!
The meeting ended, and everyone left.
Cecilia stepped into the elevator.
Juliana quickly followed, her face bright with a forced enthusiasm. "Cousin."
Juliana probably thought today's events were part of a plan she and Theodore had discussed beforehand, including her own promotion.
Of course, that wasn't the case.
But Cecilia wouldn't protest. After all, this arrangement ensured Theodore wouldn't be accused of favoritism.
"I'll make sure to follow your lead and work hard from now on," Juliana declared, making her intentions clear.
Cecilia had already given her a heads-up during the Lockhart Group's anniversary celebration. Juliana was now evidently getting her answer.
Cecilia gave a slight nod.
"Work hard, and you'll see good results."
"Of course," Juliana replied, sounding unusually obedient.
The two women parted ways, returning to their respective offices.
As soon as Juliana was back in her office, her demeanor shifted drastically. Cecilia had once again stolen the spotlight, and Juliana was seething with envy.
Her overtures to Cecilia were simply a realization that Vincent's family, including her grandmother and Andrew, were unreliable. To secure her position at the Lockhart Group, ingratiating herself with Cecilia was the only option.
Once she was firmly established, her next move would be to outmaneuver Cecilia.
Juliana eagerly awaited that day.
In the Public Relations Manager's office, Andrew stormed in and overturned everything on his desk.
He had restrained his anger during the meeting, but now that he was alone, his frustration reached boiling point.
The sight of Cecilia outshining him in the meeting was infuriating. Andrew couldn't help but resent Vincent at that moment. If Vincent hadn't been such a failure, Andrew wouldn't be in this humiliating position. If Vincent had been competent, their grandfather wouldn't have left the inheritance to Theodore, and Andrew wouldn't be in this dire strait.
The rage inside Andrew was intense and uncontainable.
Just then, the phone rang again.
Andrew glanced at the caller ID, and his face darkened. "Grandma."
His tone was as sharp as ever, despite his usual attempts to placate Ophelia.
"Andrew, you need to come back right now! Your mother is about to kill me! You have to come and sort this out!" Ophelia's shrill voice pierced through the phone.
Andrew didn't even try to mask his irritation. He abruptly hung up and stormed out of the office.
He sped home, his car roaring down the streets. With Vincent's assets seized, they were now living in a modest apartment in the city, barely held together by his mother's saved-up money and help from distant relatives.
He stormed through the front door and immediately heard Ophelia's voice booming through the house. "Vivienne, who do you think you are? You smashed my bowl, you won't even wash my feet, and you have the nerve to tell me to leave! Do you know what kind of person you are? If I hadn't persuaded my son back then, he would have divorced you long ago, and you'd be nothing but a forgotten widow!"
Vivienne looked thoroughly beaten down by Ophelia's ranting. When she saw Andrew, she tried to pull herself together.
Ophelia rushed over to Andrew, grabbing his arm. "Andrew, you're finally back! Do you see how your mother is mistreating me at home? You need to give her a good talking-to and put her in her place!"
Andrew was seething, his anger from work still boiling inside him.
"Andrew, I've had enough," Vivienne said, her eyes brimming with tears. "You know the state we're in, and everyone's aware. But today, Ophelia demanded I make her a special tonic. I made her some oatmeal, and she threw it all over me. I got burned, and in my anger, I did break a bowl and wet her feet. Now she's insisting I buy her tonics and even wash her feet on my knees…"
"Isn't it only right that you buy me tonics and wash my feet?"
Andrew slapped Ophelia across the face with a sharp crack.
Ophelia was stunned, her disbelief evident as she looked at her cherished grandson. She had always indulged him, giving him everything.
She didn't expect him to slap her.
Vivienne was equally startled, her eyes wide with shock.
Andrew's voice was cold and unfeeling. "You think you're still someone important, able to stir up trouble in our house? You were useful because Theodore used to give you money and listen to you, so we all had to flatter you. Did you really think our kindness was out of genuine affection or filial piety? It was only because you had some value. But now, with nothing left, what right do you have to demand this and that? Do you think my mother should be washing your feet? From now on, you'll be the one serving my mother. You'll cook for her, clean for her, and from this day forward, you'll be a servant in this house for the rest of your life!"
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