“I want your photography studio,” Abelyn said bluntly.
Joan's blood boiled as they glared at each other.
“The photography studio and the team belong to me. I won't let anyone take advantage of it.” She balled her fists and said firmly.
Stubborn as a mule. Abelyn looked at her with disdain.
It was still uncertain who will own the photography studio in the end. The most capable person will own it.
“Do you have anything else, Ms. Watts? If not, you should leave.” Abelyn was reading her newspaper as she spoke in a low voice.
Joan left her office in a huff before she could even finish her sentence.
After walking out of Abelyn's company, Joan pulled her phone out to make a call.
“How did it go? Have you gotten to the bottom of things?”
“Ms. Watts, they're out of the country,” Faye said nervously.
Damn itlThose assholes! Joan headed straight for the airport without a moment's hesitation.
The airport was busy as usual. People from all walks of life hurried around with anxious looks on their faces.
“Ms. Watts, this is all of our security footage.” The security control room's supervisor said to
Joan.
“Okay. Thank you.” With that, she sat down.
Her eyes were glued to the screen as she searched for the familiar figures.
“There. Stop. Rewind a little. I want to see what time they bought the tickets.”
I knew it. They left on the day of the interview.Looks like they already have everything planned out. At the end of the day, Joan realized she had been played. To think that I trusted Abelyn so easily. What a joke.
“Can you please zoom in? I want to take a closer look.” Joan pointed at the few people on screen and said.
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