CHAPTER 194: CHAPTER 194: YOU’RE DEAD

"Hello, Chairman Fuller."

"Hello, Chairman Fuller."

Florence Fuller smiled and nodded in response, passing through the waiting area for interviews. The secretary ahead opened the door to the conference room. As she entered, the group of neatly dressed young men and women in the waiting area instantly became restless.

"The Chairman is here herself, she’s personally conducting the interviews."

"She looks so young and beautiful."

"Wasn’t it revealed some time ago that she’s the Crown Prince’s wife?"

"Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also so competent. This is making me really nervous. I heard that they’re not just interviewing designers and planners this time; they’re also hiring her secretary, someone who will work directly by her side."

"Ah, really? I’m not even prepared."

"Of course, she’s here in person."

"..."

The various conversations and whispers quieted down with the arrival of the recruitment manager.

"We’re about to start the interviews. You’ll go in one by one, so everyone relax."

After the manager spoke, they began calling people in according to the order on the list.

Florence Fuller sat in the center, with Lily Lancaster and Lily Hart on either side. The resumes of the interviewees had been screened and invited by them.

The interview process was mainly handled by Lily Lancaster and Lily Hart, and Florence Fuller would keep the resumes she found promising and then hand them over to Lily Lancaster and Lily Hart for a final decision.

She had other matters to attend to, and she didn’t stay for the entire interview process, leaving midway through.

——

Long Fragrance Mountain Winery.

Florence Fuller drove herself there, and the valet at the entrance approached as she tossed the keys and walked inside purposefully.

There was a small wine tasting event being held there today, but Florence Fuller was not there to attend the wine tasting.

"President Fuller." The manager in charge of the venue noticed her and was slightly nervous.

Florence Fuller nodded, "A Mr. Harper, who stayed overnight yesterday, where is he now?"

Someone had coordinated this, and the manager was aware: "In the VIP tasting room on the third floor, let me take you there."

The manager led her to the door and opened it, where the coquettish laughter of women came through.

Florence Fuller walked in slowly, seeing a mixed-heritage man with a roguish look lounging on the sofa, surrounded by three scantily clad women clinging to him. As soon as he saw Florence Fuller, the man raised an eyebrow, fascinated, meeting her gaze.

A royal blue coat, a white silk shirt, with sleek trousers wrapping around slender legs, and as she moved, the nude pink pointed high heels beneath her feet appeared and disappeared.

Her features were delicate and beautiful yet lost none of her allure, exuding a serene and gentle aura, but those eyes, though seemingly soft and gentle, seemed to contain turbulent storms beneath.

Jason Harper whistled excitedly, releasing the beauty in his arms and looking at her more directly with a bolder gaze: "You look even better in person than in the photos."

Florence Fuller walked in slowly, standing across from him, her eyes cold.

"Tsk tsk." Jason Harper stroked his chin: "Should I call you sister-in-law or Mrs. Gardiner?"

"You could start by shutting your mouth."

"But if I shut the mouth, how will I tell you what you want to know?" Jason Harper said, "Ethan Harper has returned to France again."

"I can send you back." Florence Fuller looked at him: "For free."

"Ha ha!" Jason Harper laughed: "It’s not every day I get to visit such a bustling SJ City; I can’t leave without lingering a bit longer."

"May I remind you that you seem not to have extra money to stay here."

"I don’t, but you do." Jason Harper stood up and walked toward her: "The young mistress of the Gardiner Family, Chairman of NQ, you also have a broadcasting company, oh... and you’re the biggest investor behind SN Capital; you have more money than you could ever spend."

Florence Fuller sneered: "So what you’re saying is, throwing a bit of seed to a dog wouldn’t matter."

Jason Harper’s expression slightly froze, aware that Florence Fuller was insulting him, but he wasn’t angry at all: "Since it’s of no consequence, why not be generous, especially since Ethan Harper is quite precious to you?"

Florence Fuller had hired a private investigator to look into Ethan Harper’s affairs in France, but that detective somehow got entangled with Jason Harper, who was broke and in dire straits; he intercepted information from the detective and contacted Florence Fuller.

Five million, and he gave Florence Fuller some trivial details about Ethan Harper in the Harper Family.

He laid even greater bait, coming to SJ City to find Florence Fuller.

"State your purpose."

"Alright." Jason Harper stared at her: "Give me one billion, and I’ll tell you everything about the Harper Family, including Eugene Harper’s past."

"You do know how to demand a king’s ransom." Florence Fuller mocked.

"This amount is just a drop in the bucket for you, isn’t it? Mrs. Harper’s assets were given to you too." Jason Harper said, "Or is it that Ethan Harper isn’t worth one billion to you?"

"Mr. Harper." Florence Fuller’s eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement: "The greedy swallow the elephant, but to desire a billion, you better be ready to handle it."

Jason Harper: "Ethan Harper took everything from me. Taking a bit from his beloved isn’t out of line, didn’t you say if I dared to ask, you’d dare to give?"

"Of course." Florence Fuller raised an eyebrow: "I can certainly give it to you, but you must tell me the truth about what I want to know."

"I have been in the Harper Family for years, there’s nothing I wouldn’t know." Jason Harper signaled to the women, gesturing them to leave.

"Where’s the deposit we discussed earlier?" Jason Harper extended his hand.

Florence Fuller took a cheque out of her bag and placed it on the table.

The cheque was already filled out for twenty million.

Florence Fuller watched as he picked up the cheque, a slight smile on her lips: "If you dare to deceive me, you’re dead meat."

Jason Harper looked at the cheque with satisfaction: "Why would I trick you?"

——

On Chloe Quinn’s first day back at the company after her honeymoon, she saw a new face as she passed the secretary’s office. She stopped in her tracks, and Lily Hart came up behind her: "President Quinn."

"Lily Lancaster is gone?"

"Yes, she’s already gone to France."

"That was quick." Chloe Quinn’s gaze fell on the lean figure of a man: "You hired a man?"

The man seemed to hear, turned around, saw Chloe Quinn, and greeted her properly: "Good morning, President Quinn."

Chloe Quinn looked at his handsome face and chuckled: "Quite good-looking, indeed."

Lily Hart helplessly said: "President Quinn, don’t forget you’re married."

"I’m just looking." Chloe Quinn waved her hand and passed a gift bag to Lily Hart: "I brought chocolates for you all; share them among the secretarial staff."

Lily Hart took it: "Thank you, President Quinn."

"Is Florence not back yet?" Chloe Quinn asked again.

"No, she’s still in France."

At the time, Lily Lancaster had to go to France, and Florence Fuller decided on a whim to join her, traveling along with Lily Lancaster.