Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 81: Chapter 81
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Annabelle's eyes flew wide at her father's announcement, stunned speechless.
She said, "Dad, I'm not trying to fight Elena for anything. It's just that she's been away from the company for two years—I doubt she's up to it."
Julian stated even more bluntly, "Annie is the Bennett family's biological daughter. She should be the one taking over corporate affairs."
Lawrence's voice dropped a notch. "Annie has a film to shoot—where would she find the time to meddle in company matters?"
"Dad, but—" Annabelle began, yet Lawrence cut her off with a stern look before she could finish.
"That's enough! The decision is made," he thundered. "You squandered a golden opportunity at the banquet and created a huge mess. Spend the next few weeks reflecting on your actions!"
Annabelle bit her lip in wounded silence.
She seethed inwardly: 'Elena is just a counterfeit. How dare she run the project? I won't let her succeed—everything in this family belongs to me!'
Lawrence softened his tone. "Elena, go get some rest. Report to the office early tomorrow—I'll brief the project director tonight."
"All right," Elena said.
Annabelle's tears flowed harder, and Lawrence, unable to bear his daughter's distress, gently consoled her, "Annie, don't be upset. Focus on your shoot and protect your public image. And there must never be another incident involving drugs, understand?"
"I understand, Dad," Elena Bennett said.
The next morning Elena arrived at Bennett Corporation headquarters bright and early.
She had come by taxi—her own car had vanished days ago.
Riverton had been blanketed by fresh snow for several days. Deep winter was upon the city, and with the New Year barely two weeks away she crunched through the drifts toward the lobby.
The project director, Grace, was a woman in her thirties who carried herself with crisp efficiency.
When Elena located her, Grace looked harried; after a brief glance she waved Elena toward an empty conference room and told her to wait there.
That single command kept Elena waiting until well into the afternoon.
She searched for Grace several times but never found her, so she had no choice but to wait and wait.
By dusk the corridor lights were switched off.
Realizing the workday was ending, Elena hurried out to look for someone.
She finally intercepted Director Grace outside the restroom.
Elena said, "Director Grace, you told me to wait, but I've been waiting all day. Did you forget?"
Grace smoothed her hair and, without a trace of guilt, stared at her in surprised reproach. "Why are you still here?"
"I came looking for you several times, but you were never around," Elena replied.
Grace curled her lip in mockery. "And you used to be the Bennett heiress! Don't you know how busy this company is? You think I have time to babysit you? You're not a child—when you saw we were swamped, why didn't you ask someone in the project department to show you around?"
Elena hadn't expected the blame to be thrown back at her.
Drawing a steady breath, she said, "I did ask. They told me to wait for you before they made any arrangements."
Grace pressed her lips together. "That's your excuse?"
Elena frowned.
Checking the time, Grace snapped, "Stop blocking my path. The workday's over—you can't seriously expect me to assign you tasks right now."
"Come in early tomorrow morning! I'm going to dinner—don't waste my time!"
She shoved Elena aside and clicked away on her heels.
She said, "Dad, I'm not trying to fight Elena for anything. It's just that she's been away from the company for two years—I doubt she's up to it."
Julian stated even more bluntly, "Annie is the Bennett family's biological daughter. She should be the one taking over corporate affairs."
Lawrence's voice dropped a notch. "Annie has a film to shoot—where would she find the time to meddle in company matters?"
"Dad, but—" Annabelle began, yet Lawrence cut her off with a stern look before she could finish.
"That's enough! The decision is made," he thundered. "You squandered a golden opportunity at the banquet and created a huge mess. Spend the next few weeks reflecting on your actions!"
Annabelle bit her lip in wounded silence.
She seethed inwardly: 'Elena is just a counterfeit. How dare she run the project? I won't let her succeed—everything in this family belongs to me!'
Lawrence softened his tone. "Elena, go get some rest. Report to the office early tomorrow—I'll brief the project director tonight."
"All right," Elena said.
Annabelle's tears flowed harder, and Lawrence, unable to bear his daughter's distress, gently consoled her, "Annie, don't be upset. Focus on your shoot and protect your public image. And there must never be another incident involving drugs, understand?"
"I understand, Dad," Elena Bennett said.
The next morning Elena arrived at Bennett Corporation headquarters bright and early.
She had come by taxi—her own car had vanished days ago.
Riverton had been blanketed by fresh snow for several days. Deep winter was upon the city, and with the New Year barely two weeks away she crunched through the drifts toward the lobby.
The project director, Grace, was a woman in her thirties who carried herself with crisp efficiency.
When Elena located her, Grace looked harried; after a brief glance she waved Elena toward an empty conference room and told her to wait there.
That single command kept Elena waiting until well into the afternoon.
She searched for Grace several times but never found her, so she had no choice but to wait and wait.
By dusk the corridor lights were switched off.
Realizing the workday was ending, Elena hurried out to look for someone.
She finally intercepted Director Grace outside the restroom.
Elena said, "Director Grace, you told me to wait, but I've been waiting all day. Did you forget?"
Grace smoothed her hair and, without a trace of guilt, stared at her in surprised reproach. "Why are you still here?"
"I came looking for you several times, but you were never around," Elena replied.
Grace curled her lip in mockery. "And you used to be the Bennett heiress! Don't you know how busy this company is? You think I have time to babysit you? You're not a child—when you saw we were swamped, why didn't you ask someone in the project department to show you around?"
Elena hadn't expected the blame to be thrown back at her.
Drawing a steady breath, she said, "I did ask. They told me to wait for you before they made any arrangements."
Grace pressed her lips together. "That's your excuse?"
Elena frowned.
Checking the time, Grace snapped, "Stop blocking my path. The workday's over—you can't seriously expect me to assign you tasks right now."
"Come in early tomorrow morning! I'm going to dinner—don't waste my time!"
She shoved Elena aside and clicked away on her heels.
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