Chapter 667
“Then, I guess you’re not going to the Ross Group’s shareholders’ meeting tomorrow?”
Fernanda glanced up, pulling her phone from her bag. “Shareholders’ meeting?” she asked, scrolling through her emails. “I haven’t gotten any notice.”
When Fernanda checked her email, she discovered a message buried in her spam folder, which explained the missing notification.
The email confirmed that the Ross Group’s shareholders’ meeting was scheduled for 1 PM.
“I can make it by 1 PM and still get back in time for class by 3:50,” Fernanda remarked as she opened the car door. “Thanks for the heads-up!”
With that, she slammed the door shut and turned to leave.
Cristian let out a gentle sigh as he mused, “How many times have I seen her walk away, and not once has she looked back?”
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Fernanda paused at the school gate, turned around, and waved goodbye to him.
The following morning, Fernanda attended classes until 12:15, skipping lunch to head straight to the Ross Group in a cab.
The building loomed just as impressive as always, its LED screen flashing vibrant advertisements.
Upon entering the main lobby, the receptionist immediately recognized her.
Fernanda’s memory of the receptionist was equally sharp, recalling the last time there had been a mix-up.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Morgan,” the receptionist said politely, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
Fernanda offered a warm smile in return. “Hi there. Can I head straight up?”
“Of course. You can take the elevator to the conference room on the 20th floor.”
“Perfect,” Fernanda murmured, nodding slightly before making her way to the elevator.
The shirt dress she wore, reaching just above her knees, highlighted her slender legs with effortless elegance.
Her long hair was swept up into a neat ponytail, which swayed with each graceful step she took.
Walking with confidence, her movements exuded a quiet poise. The receptionists couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
“Why does she look so effortlessly cool?”
“She’s got that chic vibe.”
“Her natural coolness is stunning—nothing forced about it.”
“Isn’t she the youngest shareholder here?”
“Yeah, the one before her was Mr. Craig, but he’s already thirty-one.”
As more people filtered in, the conversation quickly quieted. The receptionists greeted the newcomers with eager smiles.
The conference room was expansive, its long table already populated with shareholders absorbed in their documents as Fernanda entered. A few glanced up at the sound of her arrival, but their faces remained impassive.
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