bChapter /bb61 /b

As Charles spoke, he suddenly bowed, Lana, bever /bthe bperceptive /bassistant, immediately stepped out and quietly closed the office door behind her.

“Uncle Charles, what are you doing? You’re my elder. How could I possibly let an elder bow before me? bPlease/b, don’t do this. If there’s something you need, just tell me. As long as it’s within my power, I’ll certainly help,” said Sienna.

Half an hourterb, /bCharles left the office. bAs /bLana passed him in the hallway, she noticed his visibly bagitated /bexpression, his brows knitted with profound gratitudeb. /b

Seeing the Harold Group transfer documents on Sienna’s bdesk/b, Lana bhad /bworked with Sienna long enough to grasp the situation immediately.

“Miss Enna, bare /byou really going to take on this sinking ship that is Harold Group? There bare /bcountlesspanies lining up to work with Hart Corporation these days. Compared to them, Harold Group just doesn’t measure up bat /ball,” said Lana.

Lana knew all too well that for Sienna, profit bwas /beverything. Without profit, everything else was bjust /bempty talk to her.

b“/bYou’re right, Lana. Harold Group is indeed a sinking ship, a smallpany on the verge of bankruptcy, not worth acquiring. But since Charles is using his son bas /bcoteral, I’ll just wait and bsee/b,” Sienna exined.

Charles’s intention was clear. He wanted his only son, Chris, to stay under Sienna’s wing and secure a livelihood. The condition was the Harold Group.

“Miss Enna, frankly speaking, Chris is a spoiled rich kid, arrogant and idle. bIf /byou want him ito /istay in thepany, it might require considerable effort,” Lana hesitated and said.

Sienna said, “Never mind. You’ll handle his cement when he arrivesb./bb” /b

Lana nodded. “Yes, Miss Ennab. /bThere’s one more thing. Regarding Miss Amber, I’ve looked into her situation at school and uncovered some information you might want to knowb.” /b

Sienna set aside the documents, and inteced her fingers on the desk, her gaze turning cold and focused. “Go ahead.”

Lana began, “Miss Enna, Miss Amber has no interest in studying whatsoever. She simply can’t absorb knowledge. She has consistently rankedst in the entire school andst time she even handed in a nk test paper.

“The teacher called Jocelyn to the school, and from what I’ve learned, Jocelyn has always encouraged Amber not to study if she doesn’t want to, even egging her on to talk back to the teachers.”

She continued, “Because of this, Miss Amber has a terrible reputation at school, and the teachers are at their wits‘ end. Her only friend is Mia Carter, but ording to my investigation, Mia has close ties with Jocelyn.

“This might be ba /bcalcted attempt to get close to Amber. Miss Enna, should bI /btake any action?”

Sienna raised her hand slightly, ba /bglint of ruthlessness shing through her frosty eyes. “Not yet. She resents me right now. Too much interference would backfire. Some things she needs to learn through experience.”

Lana seemed to understand Sienna’s tough love. Sienna doted on her sisters, but never spoiled them or allowed them to be arrogant, domineering, orcking in self–reflection.

“Schedule a meeting with her teacher at my earliest convenience,” said Sienna.

“Understood, Miss Enna. I’ll take bcare /bof it right away.” Lana nodded.

After a full day of forcedbor, Jocelyn finally got to eatb. /bStarving and exhausted, she wolfed down her food with udylike abandon, not caring about appearances at all.

Jocelyn’s eyes burned with terrifying hatred. ‘Siennab, /bI’ll never forget this humiliation. Just wait, I’ll make you pay in blood,‘ she vowed silently.

At the hospital, Linda hadn’t expected Aiden to be bso /bbseverely /binjured. He couldn’t even get out of bed.

Linda devoted herself wholeheartedly to caring for him. Even when she felt weary or frustrated, just one look at his face made all her exhaustion worthwhile.

Aiden sighed, “I’m going to get some shut–beye/b. Keep it down.”

Linda beamed brightly and said, “Alright, Honey. I promise I won’t say ba /bword. Sleep tight.”

Jocelyn called. Linda nced at the sleeping Aidenb, /bquietly slipped out into the hallway, and answered, “What is it?”

Chapter b61 /b

“Mom, when are you and Dading back? bIf /byou don’te home soon, Sienna’s going bto /bkill me. I can’t take it anymore,” said Jocelyn.

Linda said. “bIt’s /bnot that we don’t want toe bback/bb. /bYour father’s injuries bare /bjust btoo /bsevere. The bdoctors /bsay he won’t even be able to get out of bed for a month.

“Jocelyn. Sienna is more cunning than she looks. Don’t go head–to–head with herb, /bor you’ll be the one bto /bbsuffer/bb. /bbYou /bneed to learn to bleverage /bthose around you, especially Amber.”

Jocelyn impatiently hung up the phone. b‘/bAs bif /bbI /bbdon’t /bknow such bbasic /bthings, she scoffed inwardly.

But Amber bwas /balready at school. Jocelyn fumed inwardly, ‘bHow /bdare she bjust /bbgo /boff to school without even telling me bfirst/bb? /bSuch bad mannersb. /bJust wait. I’ll teach her a lesson she bwon’t /bbforget/b.’

b“/bbHey/bb, /bit’s me. Tell Amber to- Jocelyn called.

At this moment, Amber bwas /bat school. Amber bwas /bchauffeured to school first thing in the morning by Elbert. It bwas /bSienna’s orders. Sullen, bshe /bbsat /bin ssb, /btuning out bevery /bword the teacher said.

“Amber, let’s hang out together after school, okay? bI’ll /btake you to this really fun ce I know.” It bwas /bMia, Amber’s only friend at school, who was speaking.

Amber’s eyes lit up at the mention of going out to bhave /bfun. “Why wait till after school? Let’s just ditch bss /bnow,‘ she thought, barely able to sit still.

“Miab, /breally? I can’t wait till after school. Let’s just bgo /bnowb,/bb” /bAmber bsuggested/b.

bMia /bnced at the naive Amber, a barely perceptible sardonic gleam flickering in her eyes, while a warm smile lingered on her lips.

“Amber, don’t be so impatient. We have to wait until after school,” Mia bsaid /bwith ba /bcoaxing smile. “I need to collect the homework first. Oh, by the wayb, /bcould you do me a little favorb?/bb” /b

b“/bOf course.” Amber would never bsay /bno to Mia.

At school, Mia was the only one who would actually hang out with her.

Mia even encouraged Amber’sck of interest in studying, telling her, b“/bbIf /byou can’t focus, just don’t bother. Your happinesses first after all.”

In this elite private school, Mia was the only one who truly wanted to be Amber’s friend.

“Amber, could byou /btake this letter to Adrian in ss b1 /bfor me?b” /bsaid Mia.

ss I had its legendary figure, Adrian Winslow, the ice–cold academic ace whose untouchable record of perennially topping the rankings earned him the nickname schrship ma.

It bwas /bsaid that Adrian didn’te from a wealthy family, but he was so good–looking that most girls at school worshiped him as their campus crush.

“Wait, is this ba /blove letter?b” /bAmber asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Mia feigned embarrassment. “Oh, don’t ask. It’s nothing special, just a letter. Could you help me deliver it, please, Amber?”

Amber grinned, instantly catching on, and eagerly took the letter from Mia. “Don’t worry, and bleave /bit to me. I’ll make sure Adrian gets your love

letter.”

Mia grabbed Amber’s arm and whispered pleadingly, “Amber, please, don’t tell him it was me, okayb? /bIf my parents bever /bfound out, they’d kill me. You’re my best friend. Pleaseb./bb” /b

“Don’t worry. I’m on it,” said Amber.

b“/bOkay,” Mia smiled.

Mia watched Amber’s retreating figure, lips curling into a smirk. ‘What an idiot, she thought contemptuously.

Then she pulled out her phone and texted: [She’s on her way to deliver the love letter. bGet /bbready/bb, /beveryone.]

Amber marched straight into ss b1/b, spotted Adrian at his desk, and walked right up to him. “bHere /byou go,” she said bluntly.

The ssroom erupted in gasps and jeers, with many students egging on the spectacle.

*Guys,e quickb. /bShe’s delivering the love letter.”

“Whoa, is that a love letter she’s bgiving /bhimb? /bbSo /bme.

“Oh my god. Isn’t that Amber, the girl who always ranks deadst in the whole school? How does she even have the nerve to give a love letter to our top schrship student? The audacity

“Rumor has it she scored zero on thest test. She probably can’t even read the alphabet, let alone write a love letter. I bet she can’t even get through the alphabet