Chapter 11 Raise Your Hand, Slap Her Face!

• "Giselle, honestly, you're the most capable in my book! You see, you're the only one who can save us in dire straits. Even I'm beneath you. Do well, and if you succeed, I'll give you a bonus." Alexander patted Giselle's shoulder, his tone seemingly earnest but laced with sarcasm.
• "Giselle, do your best. We all believe in you," said Julius, her second uncle, with an insincere smile.
• "You're our savior now, Giselle. Tough you married a loser for a husband, you're still the one we depend on in critical times."
• "Grandma's only given you three days, Giselle. You better get to it and not disappoint her and us."
• Gunther and Sienna stepped forward, their eyes filled with mockery and schadenfreude. They knew well that Giselle could never complete this task. Their excessive praise was just a setup to watch her fail and be humiliated. Laughing, they left.
• Watching their retreating figures, Giselle bit her lip, her face pale with anger.
• Just then, Napoleon went up to her. "Giselle, since your grandmother has such high expectations for you, you should go find your classmate. If you can secure the order, you'll prove them all wrong."
• "Dad, do you also want me to humiliate myself?" Giselle exasperated.
• "We have no choice now. Do you want to anger your grandmother and let Gunther and the others look down on you?"
• "We have no choice now. Do you want to anger your grandmother and let Gunther and the others look down on you?"
• "But why must it be me? Why can't they do it?"
• "Because Miss Ivory is your classmate." Napoleon sighed.
• Giselle was left speechless, storming off in anger.
• …
• At 2 p.m. in the CEO's office of Christopher & Co., Roman sat on the boss' chair, dressed casually with a crew cut, looking handsome and energetic. Celeste couldn't help gawking from the side.
• The day before, Roman had looked like a drifter, with a scruffy beard and an air of recklessness. But now, with his hair neatly done and dressed casually, he exuded a handsome and charming aura.
• Celeste, with her slender figure in her professional wear as usual, wore a short skirt that accentuated her curvy hips and sheer stockings on her long legs, giving her an air of intellect and allure.
• Roman had been poring over contracts and documents on the table, but finally, he lifted his head and smiled at Celeste, who had been standing before the desk the whole time. "You're efficient in your work, I'm pleased. When the time is right, we'll rename Christopher & Co. to Ethan & Co."
• Roman's smile was warm and charming, making Celeste's heart flutter. She knew this seemingly sunny and handsome young man had, just the day before, taken down two top tycoons and acquired two companies without any repercussions from the authorities; the media even glossed over the matter. Even if Celeste were a fool, she could imagine the kind of means this young man possessed.
• Now, following such a person, a surge of determination suddenly welled up within her, and it seemed that her ambitious dreams could finally take flight.
• "Thank you, Mr. Chairman. I'll remember about the company's renaming," Celeste said deferentially.
• "Don't call me Mr. Chairman; just Mr. Liddell will do it. And I won't be managing the company's affairs personally. Don't expose me, just do your job. If you encounter any difficulties, let me know, and I'll handle it for you," Roman said, maintaining his gentle smile.
• "Yes, Mr. Liddell," Celeste replied.
• "Well then, I'll take my leave." Roman smiled faintly, stood up, and headed toward the door. Celeste bowed and escorted him out. As Roman reached the door, he suddenly turned around, looking at Celeste with a bright smile. "You're not only capable but also very beautiful..."
• With that, Roman put his hands in his pockets and whistled as he left.
• Celeste jolted slightly. Gawking at Roman's departing figure, she slowly touched her flushed cheek… At that moment, she caught the butterflies.
• …
• After exiting the building, Roman glanced up at the sign that said, "Christopher & Co.," his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness. "When Christopher & Co. changes its name, that's when I, Roman Liddle, will dominate Riverport."
• "Get in line! Even if you're beautiful, if you want to offer yourself, Miss Ivory is a woman. She won't fall for your tricks. Get to the back of the line!"
• "That's right, just because you think you're pretty, you think you can cut the queue?! The rest of us are here to see Miss Ivory, too!"
• "I know who she is! She's Giselle Chaplin, the marketing deputy manager at the Chaplins' company, and she's married to a loser!"
• "I heard that loser was also a beggar in the three years he was missing, then came back and caused a scene at Old Mrs. Chaplin's birthday party. How embarrassing!"
• "A loser's wife, huh? Huh, no wonder she has no manners and tries to cut in line!"
• Suddenly, after hearing someone mention Giselle's name, Roman paused slightly and then turned in the direction of the sound. He found Giselle, dressed professionally and charmingly, being mocked and quietly walking toward the back of a line.
• It turned out that Giselle, unable to bear the pressure from her family, had come to Christopher & Co. with relevant documents, intending to establish a relationship with Celeste to secure some orders for her family's business. However, upon arriving at the company and requesting to see the CEO, the receptionist disdainfully directed her to the back of the long queue. "All these people are also here to see Miss Ivory. If you want to see her, get in line for an appointment!"
• Before Giselle could explain that she knew Celeste personally, she was pushed to the back and subjected to ridicule. Though Giselle was a career-oriented woman, her personality was somewhat icy, and she was not inclined to engage in verbal sparring, so she silently endured it.
• Among the crowd, some showed lustful looks, thinking to themselves that it was a shame a bombshell like her was married to a loser and that they would spoil themselves with her if she was their wife instead.
• Just as Giselle was about to stand at the back of the line, a fat woman, heavily made up, suddenly rushed over and cut in front of her.
• "Hey, how can you cut in line?!" Giselle complained, her expression turning cold.
• "Cut in line? When did I do that? You weren't even standing in line. I came, and I stood here. How can you accuse me of cutting in line? You, on the other hand, look at yourself. You look like a wh*re! Clearly, you're no decent woman!" The fat woman retorted arrogantly.
• "You… Who are you calling a wh*re? How am I not decent?!" Giselle turned grim.
• "You, of course, who else?! Clearly, you're one of those 'escorts' some lousy company sent over! Well, let me tell you, your visit is in vain! Miss Ivory is a woman, and a beautiful one at that. She likes tall, handsome, straight men, not sluts like you!" The fat woman said haughtily, her arms akimbo.
• "You…" Giselle, focused on her career, wasn't adept at insulting or ridiculing others. Now, being insulted by the fat woman, she could only flush with anger and unable to defend herself.
• "Wretched sl*t!" The fat woman spat again.
• Giselle was almost bursting with anger. She clenched her fists tightly, wanting to slap the fat woman's face. But she knew she couldn't resort to violence. This was Christopher & Co.'s territory. If she hit someone, it would create a terrible impression on the company's staff, ruining her negotiations.
• "Giselle, raise your hand and slap her face!"
• A voice rang out just as Giselle was nearly driven to the brink of fury.