Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 232: Chapter 232
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Robert hurried over, pointing at Zoe as he said to the Jelonsburg bigwigs beside him, "See now? Joyce and I weren't making things up.
"You all act so high and mighty, believing every rumor that comes your way. You even bought into that nonsense about this girl faking her chemistry skills. Honestly, it's laughable. Hurry up and apologize to her."
After Robert's blunt words, all the Jelonsburg big shots hung their heads in shame, their ears turning red.
"Zoe. We're sorry. We shouldn't have doubted you," one of them said.
"Yeah, looks like us old folks are out of touch. The future of Jelonsburg belongs to you," another added.
"By the way, Zoe, how about joining our Jelonsburg Bigwigs group chat? It's full of top names from every industry. If you ever need anything, just say the word in the group—we'll all have your back," a third said.
"That's right," the others chimed in.
Once one person brought it up, the rest of the Jelonsburg bigwigs immediately switched from apologizing to humbly inviting Zoe to join their exclusive group.
A group of people over fifty were still trying to add Zoe as a friend on their phones. If this scene got out, it would astonish the entire Jelonsburg. It might even evolve into a storm of people seeking her as a mentor.
"Zoe, if you're thinking of joining Jelonsburg, how about becoming my apprentice? If you do, I'll teach you everything I know and make sure you're protected." Someone suddenly piped up from the crowd.
The next second.
All the Jelonsburg bigwigs started getting worked up, each one scrambling to win her over.
"That stubborn old guy thinks he can compete with us? Zoe, become my apprentice. I'll look out for you. Here in Jelonsburg, with me backing you, you can do whatever you want."
"Me too, me too!"
"Matthew, don't you dare try to steal her from me, or don't blame me for turning on you!"
A scene like this—Jelonsburg's top dogs fighting to invite and recruit a young girl—had never happened before in the city.
So when this all went down, everyone passing by, or even the audience leaving the competition and heading home, was left completely dumbfounded.
It was almost too much to take in. After all, these were the kind of people who could make Jelonsburg tremble with just a word.
Now, all these bigwigs were crowding around Zoe, either trying to add her as a friend or take her as a disciple. The whole scene left everyone at the venue in shock.
"If I got down on my knees and begged right now, do you think Zoe would take me on as her apprentice?" someone in the crowd joked, unable to hide their awe.
"Yeah, right! You think you're more impressive than those Jelonsburg big shots?" Another person shot back, laughing.
Watching the uproar in the crowd, Eunice stood at the edge, her eyes practically burning with frustration. 'Why does Zoe know so much more than me, even though she wasn't raised in the Evans family?
'We were twins. Everyone always said Zoe was the prettier one, but was I really any worse than Zoe? Why was Zoe not only better looking, but also more talented? Seriously, fate is so unfair,' she thought.
Suppressing her anger, Eunice stepped forward and said, "Zoe, you said you're the Chair of Marlowe Group. And you previously turned down an invitation to join Eminence Nexus, giving the opportunity to Mandy. You must think little of such competition prizes, right?
"Why not just let someone who actually needs them have the rewards?" she added, obviously referring to all the champion's prizes Zoe was about to win.
Zoe's eyes turned icy cold. Eunice's voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for everyone to hear. The moment Eunice brought up Zoe's supposed claim to be Marlowe Group's Chair.
"Wait, what?" The crowd erupted in shock. 'Did Zoe really say she's the Chair of Marlowe Group? That's insane!' they thought.
No one believed it for a second. Sure, they admitted Zoe was talented. But the Chair of Marlowe Group, that's a level even the Jelonsburg elites can't reach. Zoe, a girl from the countryside is Impossible.
A group of contestants who had just left the competition hall and already had a bone to pick with Zoe burst out laughing.
Someone jeered. "Chair of Marlowe Group? Come on, Eunice, do you actually believe Zoe's story? If Zoe's the Chair, then I'm the richest person on earth!"
"She looked so capable, but turns out she's just a liar." Another scoffed.
"People who lie like that? Doesn't matter how skilled they are—they're still frauds." Someone else chimed in.
"Yeah, just a show-off who can't stop bragging," another voice added.
With the crowd turning on her, more and more people decided Zoe must have lied just to save face claiming to be the Chair of Marlowe Group.
This made a lot of people look at Zoe with open disgust. No matter how talented you are, if your character stinks, nobody's going to respect you.
Eunice was thrilled by the reaction, lifting her chin in smug satisfaction. To make things even more awkward for Zoe, she fanned the flames. "Don't say that, everyone. I'm sure Zoe isn't lying. Everything she said must be true, right, Zoe?"
She was clearly setting Zoe up, forcing her into a corner. 'Let's see how you get out of this one,' Eunice thought smugly.
Eunice was convinced Zoe couldn't possibly be Marlowe Group's Chair, but knew her pride. She figured Zoe would stubbornly stick to her story and admit it in public.
With reporters present, the whole thing would be caught on camera and posted online. Zoe would go viral—just not in a good way.
People would call her a liar with no integrity, saying talent means nothing if you're a bad person. If things went south, Zoe might even lose her shot at joining Marlowe Group, despite winning the competition.
Eunice's excitement grew uncontrollable. She couldn't resist approaching Zoe with feigned concern, urging in a honeyed voice. "Zoe, since you claimed to be Chair of Marlowe Group, why not prove it and shut them up? I believe in you. Come on, do it now!"
Despite all the pressure, Zoe's expression didn't change at all—calm and unreadable. That was exactly what Eunice hated most.
Seething inside and about to press even harder, Eunice was suddenly interrupted. A group of sharply dressed executives, their suits immaculate and Marlowe Group badges gleaming, strode out of the competition hall, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
As soon as they saw who it was, everyone at the scene gasped. "Look, the Marlowe Group execs are here in person!"
"You all act so high and mighty, believing every rumor that comes your way. You even bought into that nonsense about this girl faking her chemistry skills. Honestly, it's laughable. Hurry up and apologize to her."
After Robert's blunt words, all the Jelonsburg big shots hung their heads in shame, their ears turning red.
"Zoe. We're sorry. We shouldn't have doubted you," one of them said.
"Yeah, looks like us old folks are out of touch. The future of Jelonsburg belongs to you," another added.
"By the way, Zoe, how about joining our Jelonsburg Bigwigs group chat? It's full of top names from every industry. If you ever need anything, just say the word in the group—we'll all have your back," a third said.
"That's right," the others chimed in.
Once one person brought it up, the rest of the Jelonsburg bigwigs immediately switched from apologizing to humbly inviting Zoe to join their exclusive group.
A group of people over fifty were still trying to add Zoe as a friend on their phones. If this scene got out, it would astonish the entire Jelonsburg. It might even evolve into a storm of people seeking her as a mentor.
"Zoe, if you're thinking of joining Jelonsburg, how about becoming my apprentice? If you do, I'll teach you everything I know and make sure you're protected." Someone suddenly piped up from the crowd.
The next second.
All the Jelonsburg bigwigs started getting worked up, each one scrambling to win her over.
"That stubborn old guy thinks he can compete with us? Zoe, become my apprentice. I'll look out for you. Here in Jelonsburg, with me backing you, you can do whatever you want."
"Me too, me too!"
"Matthew, don't you dare try to steal her from me, or don't blame me for turning on you!"
A scene like this—Jelonsburg's top dogs fighting to invite and recruit a young girl—had never happened before in the city.
So when this all went down, everyone passing by, or even the audience leaving the competition and heading home, was left completely dumbfounded.
It was almost too much to take in. After all, these were the kind of people who could make Jelonsburg tremble with just a word.
Now, all these bigwigs were crowding around Zoe, either trying to add her as a friend or take her as a disciple. The whole scene left everyone at the venue in shock.
"If I got down on my knees and begged right now, do you think Zoe would take me on as her apprentice?" someone in the crowd joked, unable to hide their awe.
"Yeah, right! You think you're more impressive than those Jelonsburg big shots?" Another person shot back, laughing.
Watching the uproar in the crowd, Eunice stood at the edge, her eyes practically burning with frustration. 'Why does Zoe know so much more than me, even though she wasn't raised in the Evans family?
'We were twins. Everyone always said Zoe was the prettier one, but was I really any worse than Zoe? Why was Zoe not only better looking, but also more talented? Seriously, fate is so unfair,' she thought.
Suppressing her anger, Eunice stepped forward and said, "Zoe, you said you're the Chair of Marlowe Group. And you previously turned down an invitation to join Eminence Nexus, giving the opportunity to Mandy. You must think little of such competition prizes, right?
"Why not just let someone who actually needs them have the rewards?" she added, obviously referring to all the champion's prizes Zoe was about to win.
Zoe's eyes turned icy cold. Eunice's voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for everyone to hear. The moment Eunice brought up Zoe's supposed claim to be Marlowe Group's Chair.
"Wait, what?" The crowd erupted in shock. 'Did Zoe really say she's the Chair of Marlowe Group? That's insane!' they thought.
No one believed it for a second. Sure, they admitted Zoe was talented. But the Chair of Marlowe Group, that's a level even the Jelonsburg elites can't reach. Zoe, a girl from the countryside is Impossible.
A group of contestants who had just left the competition hall and already had a bone to pick with Zoe burst out laughing.
Someone jeered. "Chair of Marlowe Group? Come on, Eunice, do you actually believe Zoe's story? If Zoe's the Chair, then I'm the richest person on earth!"
"She looked so capable, but turns out she's just a liar." Another scoffed.
"People who lie like that? Doesn't matter how skilled they are—they're still frauds." Someone else chimed in.
"Yeah, just a show-off who can't stop bragging," another voice added.
With the crowd turning on her, more and more people decided Zoe must have lied just to save face claiming to be the Chair of Marlowe Group.
This made a lot of people look at Zoe with open disgust. No matter how talented you are, if your character stinks, nobody's going to respect you.
Eunice was thrilled by the reaction, lifting her chin in smug satisfaction. To make things even more awkward for Zoe, she fanned the flames. "Don't say that, everyone. I'm sure Zoe isn't lying. Everything she said must be true, right, Zoe?"
She was clearly setting Zoe up, forcing her into a corner. 'Let's see how you get out of this one,' Eunice thought smugly.
Eunice was convinced Zoe couldn't possibly be Marlowe Group's Chair, but knew her pride. She figured Zoe would stubbornly stick to her story and admit it in public.
With reporters present, the whole thing would be caught on camera and posted online. Zoe would go viral—just not in a good way.
People would call her a liar with no integrity, saying talent means nothing if you're a bad person. If things went south, Zoe might even lose her shot at joining Marlowe Group, despite winning the competition.
Eunice's excitement grew uncontrollable. She couldn't resist approaching Zoe with feigned concern, urging in a honeyed voice. "Zoe, since you claimed to be Chair of Marlowe Group, why not prove it and shut them up? I believe in you. Come on, do it now!"
Despite all the pressure, Zoe's expression didn't change at all—calm and unreadable. That was exactly what Eunice hated most.
Seething inside and about to press even harder, Eunice was suddenly interrupted. A group of sharply dressed executives, their suits immaculate and Marlowe Group badges gleaming, strode out of the competition hall, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
As soon as they saw who it was, everyone at the scene gasped. "Look, the Marlowe Group execs are here in person!"
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