Chapter 341

In Amanda’s eyes, Caitlin was nothing more than a worthless country girl.
She wasn’t even fit to hold a candle to Ann.
How could someone like Caitlin ever hope to meet Victor?
Shameless.
Apex Game Studios was the number one name in the industry, a place everyone dreamed of working for.
Someone like Caitlin, a small-town nobody, didn’t even have what it took to be Victor’s assistant.
Assistant? Who was she kidding?
If it weren’t for the Gonzales family, Caitlin wouldn’t even qualify to clean the toilets at Apex.
Even if Ann were crippled, Caitlin still couldn’t compare-she wasn’t even a fraction of what Ann was.
Ann nodded. “You’re right, Mom. Caitlin’s just a nobody from the sticks. What right does she have to compete with me?”
As she spoke, a thought seemed to strike Ann, and her eyes brightened. “By the way, Mom, have you heard of Miss Kensington?”
“Miss Kensington?” Amanda’s eyes narrowed. “You mean the developer behind Imperial Ascent?”
“That’s the one.” Ann nodded. “Dad wants to expand into the gaming industry, right? If I can get to know Miss Kensington through Victor—maybe even become close friends with her-wouldn’t she be able to give some advice to Dad’s company?”
Miss Kensington was a legend in the gaming world-Victor owed his comeback to her genius.
Right now, Imperial Ascent had rights in sixteen countries. It was, without question, the number one game out there.
If the Templeton Group could get Miss Kensington’s guidance, they might just become the next Apex.
Ann was certain of her own charm. Men fell for her at first sight, and women were eager to become her best friend. She was sure that even the fabled Miss Kensington wouldn’t be able to resist her, and they’d be thick as thieves in no time.
By the time Ann finished her little speech, she was already lost in a daydream. If she became friends with Miss Kensington, even Keira would have to look at her differently.
Miss Kensington! In the entire Gonzales family, who else could pull something like that off?
Caitlin? As if. Caitlin probably didn’t even have what it took to be in the same room as Miss Kensington.
The more Ann thought about it, the more excited she got. She acted as if she’d already become Miss Kensington’s closest friend.
Amanda gazed at her daughter with nothing but pride in her eyes. “Victor has always admired talented young women. Ann, you’re exceptional-he’s bound to like you. As long as you seize the opportunity, he’ll introduce you to Miss Kensington for sure.”
Ann nodded eagerly. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make sure Miss Kensington and I become best friends. Closer than sisters, even.”
Meanwhile.
Silverhaven.
The Chandler residence.
Ever since The Chandler Group’s disastrous launch of Event Horizon, everything had gone downhill. Now, the company was in shambles, and people were abandoning ship left and right.
All of Julian Chandler’s assets had been frozen.
He trudged out of The Chandler Group’s skyscraper, clutching a cardboard box, his face ashen. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by.net
He never imagined things would end like this.
Even more, he never thought Caitlin wouldn’t come looking for him.
Why?
Why?!
How could Caitlin have moved on so quickly?
Agony was written all over Julian’s face.
“Julian.”
Dalton Shepherd pulled up in his car, stopping in front of him.
“You’re here,” Julian said, glancing up at his childhood friend, his eyes hollow and tired.
Dalton handed him a set of keys. “I’ve already rented a place for you. Parkview Estates, Building 2, Unit 505.”
Dalton might have left The Chandler Group, but he and Julian had grown up together. Now that the Chandlers had fallen from grace, Dalton couldn’t do much, but he could at least give Julian a place to stay.
Parkview Estates.
Just hearing the name sent a complicated look flickering through Julian’s eyes.
Parkview was the worst kind of budget housing in Silverhaven. Back in the day, even the Chandler family’s housekeepers wouldn’t have lived somewhere like that.
But now…
Now, he was the one moving in.
It was almost laughable.
Julian squeezed the box in his hands so tightly that the veins stood out on the backs of his hands.
Even in the darkest days of The Chandler Group, he’d never sunk so low as to set foot in a place like Parkview Estates.