Orphan To Unbreakable Queen - Chapter 147: Chapter 147

Aubree only briefly mentioned her e-commerce concept at the meeting. She planned to establish a new subsidiary dedicated to the sector and would transfer some personnel from Bree Technology to support it when the time came.
Vincent asked, "Ms. Miller, I don't mean to rain on your parade, but isn't the e-commerce sector already oversaturated?"
Currently, the largest e-commerce platform was owned by Turner Group, which dominates the mid-to-high-end market. Even if there were any gaps, other emerging competitors could only scramble for whatever was left.
Even the lower-tier wholesale market segment was firmly under Turner Group's control.
For the first time, Birgitte voiced her doubts to Aubree. "Aubree, isn't it going to be incredibly tough for us to pull this off?"
Aubree replied firmly, "No. We can do it. The lack of market is only in the mid-to-high-end e-commerce sector. We should focus on the lower-tier markets."
Aubree noticed their lingering skepticism and smiled. "Don't worry. You'll understand once we get things rolling. Birgitte, there's something else. Staying in your current position with me doesn't do justice to your talents."
Aubree's chief assistant was Vincent. Birgitte was the highest-ranking assistant under Vincent, also overseeing HR matters, but she could never surpass Vincent's position.
Birgitte immediately became flustered and blurted out, "Ms. Miller, I'm more than happy working with you!"
Aubree chuckled. "What's the rush? It's not like I'm letting you go. I'm setting up a subsidiary for the new e-commerce platform, and I want you to be its general manager. You'll be in charge over there. You're the only one I trust."
Birgitte was a top graduate with outstanding academic records. From the moment she joined the company, Aubree noticed her potential. She started as a junior executive assistant in the President's office, but Aubree soon rotated her through various departments and found that she excelled in every role she was given.
Aubree had intended to promote Birgitte to general manager when expanding into new business ventures.
"Me? Am I qualified for this?" Birgitte asked, barely containing her astonishment.
"Of course!" Aubree said firmly. "If you trust my eye for investments, shouldn't you also trust my judgment of character?"
Vincent couldn't help but offer his congratulations with a tinge of envy, but nothing more.
Vincent was genuinely pleased with his current position as chief assistant. Those days, whenever people mentioned Aubree, didn't they all say he was just as indispensable as Kelvin, Bowen's right-hand man?
Vincent would always swell with pride every time he heard such remarks.
"Birgitte," Aubree said, "if we nail this project, we could seriously challenge Turner Group's e-commerce platform."
What Aubree wanted to do was exactly what GrabCheap, a group-buying platform, had done. When GrabCheap first launched, it was met with widespread skepticism. People wondered, "With prices that low, could it be profitable? Wouldn't buyers question the quality?"
However, as time went on, everyone who had doubted GrabCheap ended up eating their words. The platform took off at lightning speed and quickly cornered the lower-tier e-commerce market.
Aubree said, "But don't rush to say yes yet. I'm planning to set up a subsidiary in Südlichen Strand, which means you'll have to leave Rithol City and relocate. Think it over."
Alice was the daughter of the Diamonde family in Südlichen Strand. The Diamonde family built their immense wealth through the jewelry business and was one of the most influential families in Südlichen Strand's business circles. If anyone ever pushed Alice, the highly favored eldest daughter of the Diamonde family, too far, there was no way the Diamonde family would just stand by and do nothing.
Aubree thought, 'I need to get ahead of this.'
"It doesn't matter where I go," Birgitte replied without hesitation, her voice firm. She was determined not to let Aubree down!
In the scorching September heat of Rithol City, the new school year was beginning. Over the summer, Aubree had lived up to everyone's expectations and earned her driver's license.
Aubree didn't take Bowen's pursuit seriously. Whether she agreed or not made no difference. She knew she couldn't sway Bowen's decisions once he'd made up his mind.
The day she got her driver's license, Bowen, without a second thought, gifted her a Porsche 911 in Frozen Berry Metallic, with an on-the-road price of over 600 thousand dollars, a sum that was mere pocket change for both of them.
Aubree accepted the gift without a second thought. On the first day of school, eager to show off her new wheels, she drove Bowen and Alvin to Rithol University to register for the new semester.
Notably, Alvin had also applied to Rithol University. While Rithol University had its own Fine Arts School, it was still not quite on par with the renowned Rithol Art School.
Today was registration day for all departments at Rithol University. Before Aubree could even reach the main gate, her car got completely gridlocked, leaving her no choice but to park nearby and walk the rest of the way.
"Bad call. We should've just taken a cab," Aubree said, a little annoyed. She'd originally planned to park on campus.
"All the same. Just here to register."
Before the trio reached the university gates, they spotted red welcome banners strung up across the entrance. Upperclassmen volunteers were stationed at the gate, assisting the steady stream of freshmen and their parents as they slowly navigated the crowd, arms laden with suitcases and bags of all sizes.
"Fine Art School is in the other direction. I can go by myself," Alvin said. The sign showed that the registration points for the Fine Art School and the Finance Department of Economics School were in opposite directions.
Aubree, Bowen, and Alvin hadn't arrived particularly early, so by the time they got there, most of the new students had checked in. A few volunteers in red vests were lounging under a pop-up tent, chatting and taking a break from the morning rush.
Spotting Aubree and Bowen, someone nudged their friends and called out, "Hey, hey, check out that good-looking pair!"
One of the students murmured, "Don't these two look familiar?"
"Oh my god! Isn't that the big shot from Turner Group?"
Another exclaimed, "Wait, isn't that Aubree Miller?"
"The guy next to her. Is that Bowen Turner?"
All of them were from Economics School, so they weren't just familiar with Aubree and Bowen. They practically idolized them. Unbeknownst to Aubree, many students at Economics Shool of Rithol University had quietly begun to see her as their role model.
Many graduating seniors couldn't help but wonder why Bree Technology hadn't shown up for the fall campus recruitment.
"Didn't she rank third in the SAT? No way she's actually joining our department, right?"
"With academic achievements like hers, does she even need to study here? I bet even her professors can't match her stellar record!"
As they looked around, they spotted Aubree walking over. She asked, "Hi, is this the registration point for the Finance Department?"
The students eagerly responded, "Yes, the Finance Department at Rithol University is right here!"
Aubree, in a spaghetti-strap mini dress, was absolutely stunning in the sweltering heat. When she offered a coy smile, even the upperclassman volunteers guiding them were instantly captivated, left momentarily dazed.
The guys couldn't help but think, "Wow, she is gorgeous!"
Especially the guys. If they weren't trying to figure out whether she was Aubree Miller, they'd probably be scrambling to get her attention now.
Amassing a nine-figure fortune by starting her own business at eighteen was worlds apart from being a trust fund baby with the same net worth. The latter might be enviable, but it was the self-made success that truly inspires those young people in their prime.
"Well, are you Aubree Miller?" one of the male students asked hesitantly.
Aubree signed her name with a faint smile and replied, "If it's that Aubree Miller you have in mind, then yes."
"Wow! You're my idol! Let me take you to dorm registration!"
The guy's eyes lit up, and he practically tripped over himself in his eagerness to help.
"No, thanks. Please point me in the right direction," Aubree replied. Bowen, who had been standing nonchalantly aside, instantly dropped his relaxed demeanor. In two quick strides, he stepped forward and blocked the guy with his arm, his eyes suddenly sharp and full of warning.
Surrounded by vibrant young university students, Bowen couldn't help but feel like he was in a sea of potential rivals.
Before Bowen's guarded expression could fully form, the guy suddenly turned to him, eyes blazing with excitement. "Wait, are you Bowen Turner? The Bowen Turner from Turner Group?"
Bowen nodded hesitantly. The guy's reaction instantly escalated. "Oh my god! It's Bowen Turner, in the flesh!"
Aubree couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Bowen's expression gradually stiffen. 'This is Economics School,' she thought, amused. 'Did he misunderstand how his entrepreneurial fame would be received here?'