Chapter 130 Mrs. Fitzgerald Has Arrived
Cecily set her cup down on the table with a dull thunk.
Ophelia, seeing Sandra had left, dropped the pretense, "Cecily, if you're still dreaming about getting a piece of Darian's wealth, you can forget it. I will never agree to it."
One billion wasn't a small amount of money.
Ophelia was adamant about not letting Cecily get such a huge advantage over her.
Cecily sneered, "Is it up to you to agree?"
"Isn't the division of assets in a divorce based on the will of both parties? Since when did a homewrecker have so much to say?"
"You... If you call me a homewrecker again, just try."
"Homewrecker, homewrecker, homewrecker, homewrecker, homewrecker, what are you going to do about it? Dared to do it back in the day, but now can't stand to have it said?"
If it weren't for the constant provocation, Cecily wouldn't let them be too happy, either.
"You little tramp!" Ophelia, grinding her teeth, raised her hand to slap Cecily across the face.
Cecily's eyes went cold, and she picked up a glass of water from next to her, hurling it at Ophelia.
The next moment, the glass struck Ophelia's hand with unerring accuracy.
Ophelia let out a sharp scream of pain, clutching her injured hand.
The glass fell to the floor with a brittle sound, instantly shattering into pieces.
Cecily sat back in her chair leisurely, picking up a new glass, filling it with water, and took a sip, her demeanor unrushed, "If you want to get hit again, go ahead."
"Ophelia, are you okay?" Tabitha rushed over, concerned about the injury on Ophelia's hand.
Ophelia, covering her hand, grimaced in pain, "Cecily, do you think you can be proud in front of me just because Darian cares about you a bit now?"
"Let me tell you not to be too pleased with yourself too soon. Sooner or later, Darian will come back to his senses and realize I'm the one for him."
Cecily stood up, glass in hand, and walked over to Ophelia, her tall stature clearly overshadowing her.
Ophelia's face darkened further.
She despised the arrogance and ostentation that Cecily exuded. In front of her, it felt like her status as a prominent socialite was being fiercely undercut.
Ophelia looked at the glass in her hand and couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear, instinctively stepping back.
Ophelia eyed her warily, "Cecily, what are you trying to do?"
Cecily glanced at the glass in her hand, then at Ophelia, and slowly raised her arm.
"Ah!" Ophelia squeezed her eyes shut, raising her hands to cradle her head.
"Heh..." Cecily let out a soft chuckle.
It took a moment for Ophelia to realize that the glass of water hadn't been spilled at all.
Cecily had been purposely teasing her.
Ophelia's eyes reddened with anger as she clenched her molars and glared at Cecily.
Cecily's face carried an icy, mocking smile, "Aren't you going to scurry away? I've got plenty of water here, and who knows, maybe next time it will come crashing down."
"Cecily, you just wait," Ophelia fumed, not getting the upper hand, and stormed off with Tabitha.
Cecily glanced at the doorway, and her expression turned stone cold.
As Ophelia and Tabitha waited for the elevator, the more Ophelia thought about it, the angrier she became. She stomped her foot hard, "She's only acting so high and mighty because Darian is protecting her now, that wretch."
"This Cecily has to be dealt with, or she'll always stand between you and Darian," Tabitha narrowed her eyes viciously.
"Of course I know that, but for some reason, Cecily seems too lucky – we can't lay a finger on her."
"There's got to be a way; I don't believe she doesn't have a weakness. Just you wait, I'll handle this Cecily."
Ophelia pursed her lips then tenderly took Tabitha's hand, "Mom is the best."
"Don't just sit around, go to Fitzgerald's Group later, you need to get a clear answer about this partnership."
"Okay, I'll go there immediately."
Fitzgerald's Group.
The vast conference room was steeped in tension.
The executives didn't dare breathe too loudly, sitting tight in their seats. Despite the comfortable room temperature, they were sweating profusely, repeatedly checking the reports in their hands for the umpteenth time, dreading any minor mistake.
The man seated at the head of the table had a steely expression, silent, with clear anger smoldering in his eyes.
Larkin was sweating too, but he knew well that the person who could make Mr. Fitzgerald this furious was undoubtedly that lady from the hospital.
He didn't know what Miss Cecily had said to Mr. Fitzgerald, but since he came out of the hospital, his gaze was like that of someone about to unleash destruction.
After the head of human resources finished his trepidatious report, he stood in place, waiting for the big boss to speak.
However, after a few seconds, there was still no word from Darian.
The HR Director looked towards Larkin with eyes pleading for help, his heart pounding with fear.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Larkin stepped closer to Darian and bent over to whisper, "The HR Director has finished his report."
Darian furrowed his brows, glanced at the documents in his hands, and started pointing out issues.
At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door, and a female secretary came in, gesturing discreetly to Larkin.
"What's it?" Larkin asked as he walked over.
"Mr. Larkin, could you please inform Mr. Fitzgerald that Mrs. Fitzgerald is here waiting for him in his office?"
"Mrs. Fitzgerald?" Larkin's eyes lit up. His saving grace had arrived.
He immediately nodded, "Got it."
When Darian finished speaking, Larkin approached him and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Cecily is here."
Darian turned his head to glance at Larkin, his handsome face showing a hint of hesitation, "Cecily?"
"Yes, Miss Cecily is waiting in your office," Larkin replied with certainty.
Over this period, Larkin had come to understand that Cecily could irritate Mr. Fitzgerald, but a slight lowering of her guard and a few kind words could defuse his anger.
Thus, he had resolved to align closely with Cecily; in critical moments, she could be his lifeline.
A flicker of surprise passed through Darian's dark eyes. This woman had actually taken the initiative to look for him.
For what?
To head to the city hall for a divorce?
Was she that eager?
"Not seeing her," Darian said coldly.
"Huh?" Now it was Larkin's turn to be taken aback.
Not seeing her? Miss Cecily had rarely taken the initiative to seek out their Boss, and now he was refusing to meet.
Why? Had he misjudged the situation? Did Mr. Fitzgerald not really want Miss Cecily to come to see him?
"Mr. Fitzgerald? Are you sure? Should I ask Miss Cecily to leave?"
Darian frowned slightly and without another word, continued to review the documents in his hand.
"Yes," Larkin turned and left the room.
Three seconds passed.
Darian closed the file with agitation and massaged his temples. "Call him back."
"Yes." Someone immediately ran out to bring Larkin back.
Larkin tugged at the corner of his mouth and quickly returned. "Did you need something else, Mr. Fitzgerald?"
"Just getting over an illness and you're running around; what if she pass out?"
Larkin was secretly alarmed. He had been with his boss for so long, priding himself on understanding the man better than anyone, but now he was a bit perplexed.
What did the boss mean by that?
A hint of seriousness and chill in Darian's eyes softened, almost like a concession, as he left a statement hanging in the air, "The meeting is adjourned," and he strode out.
Those left behind exchanged confused glances.
It was well-known that Mr. Fitzgerald seldom left meetings abruptly; normally, anyone else would have to wait.
This time, he had actually paused the meeting, indicating the visitor must be someone of considerable importance.
"Mr. Larkin, who is Mr. Fitzgerald going to see? He's never done this for anyone else who's come before."
"Is the visitor that important?"
Larkin felt his guess was correct and a meaningful smile spread across his face. "Mrs. Fitzgerald is here. How important do you think that is?"
Mrs. Fitzgerald?
That could only be Miss Ophelia!
Everyone nodded in apparent understanding. It seemed Miss Flores held a very special place in the boss's heart.
Darian strode directly into his office and began in a low, scolding tone, "You should be resting—who told you to come out here..."
"How come it's you?"
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