Naomi nodded and said, "Thank you. If you need my help some other day, just tell me."
After that, she opened the door and went out.
It wasn't until she left that Nelson made a call.
"Is everything ready?"
Richard said, "Everything is ready! Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Why not? That's our original plan, isn't it?"
Richard actually wanted to say that Nelson seemed to have already given his heart to Naomi when they were in the rain the previous day. However, he swallowed his words down in the end.
After Naomi went out, she was still in a bit of a daze, therefore she failed to notice that somebody was taking her photos at the entrance of the hotel.
She hailed a taxi at the hotel entrance and hurried back to the company.
After arriving at the company, she took out the projects from the previous day and studied them carefully. She felt that she had gotten rejected because there had been some flaws in her work.
After she had redone everything, she contacted the three clients whom she visited the previous day. However, they were all incredibly stubborn and immediately refused her offer without even looking at the revised version of her proposals.
The entire process was the most frustrating experience Naomi had ever gone through.
In the past, she had never been so unconfident in herself when it came to practicing self-defense and learning. However, she was now getting rejected so harshly.
Just as she felt downhearted, Cynthia walked out of the room.
She suddenly slapped her desk and said, "Naomi, get out of my department instantly."
Naomi was nonplussed by her action so she asked, "What's wrong? There's still time before the deadline of our bet, right?"
Cynthia's face darkened and said, "The bet doesn't count anymore!"
Naomi was bewildered by her statement. She asked, "Why? You can't go back on your words even if you are a manager!"
"How dare you ask me why I'm doing this? Don't you know what you have done? I have no objection to what you want to do since you are the daughter of the president. However, as I said when you had just come to my department, you have to either make achievements or admit defeat. Now, what else have you accomplished? You have disgraced all of your colleagues in Valiant East with your behavior!"
Naomi subconsciously looked around. Many of her colleagues, who were watching the fuss, also had indignant expressions on their faces. However, they were not like Cynthia, who dared to shout at her. At most, they were just glaring at her.
Naomi took out her phone and browsed the Internet.
In the next second, she was slack-jawed at the result.
The title of the article read 'The president's daughter of Valiant East took the lead to accept the hidden rules of society and sleep her way to the top. Was it an indication of our society's decadence or was it just her personal descent into sexual dissipation?' Other than that, there were pictures attached that showed the scene of her and Nelson coming out of the same hotel, one after the other.
In addition, a netizen, who claimed to be a staff of the hotel, posted pictures of their check-in record and their clothes, which had been sent to the laundry.
Those were like the smoking guns!
Naomi shook her head and said, "No, it's not like that. I fell ill yesterday and he saved me..."
Cynthia interrupted her and said, "Why didn't you go to the hospital if you were sick? Anyway, you can do whatever you want, but please don't taint my department's reputation, okay?"
Naomi closed her eyes in helplessness and said, "Okay, I will make this clear to the media!"
After that, she picked up her purse, turned around and went out.
As soon as she came out, she was surrounded by a group of reporters.
A lot of microphones were pointed towards her mouth as the reporters asked, "Miss George, could you please tell us what happened between you and Nelson of Inchee Group? Is it true that you were sleeping with him for business as spread on the Internet?"
This reporter was relatively courteous, meanwhile there were other reporters who were not polite at all.
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