Never See You Again

Maevetidied up her desk and instructed, “Zayla, I’ll need you to oversee things for a while. Nothing major, just keep everything running as usual.

“For business matters, consult Zion and Charlie. Most importantly, keep a close watch on Conner and report any movements from the Jefferson family

to me

“Understood, Ms. Scott,” Zayla responded.

As Zavla finished her report, the phone on Maeve’s desk rang.

She picked it up and heard the receptionist’s voice on the other end. “Ms. Scott, Mrs. Brooks Senior is here to see you. We tried to stop her, but she insisted”

“What does she need?” Maeve queried.

“She didn’t mention anything,” replied the receptionist.

“Don’t let her come up. I’ll be down shortly.”

“Yes, Ms. Scott.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

After the call ended, the receptionist politely served tea to the exquisitely dressed Hailey. “Mrs. Brooks Senior, Ms. Scott will be down shortly.” Hailey remarked, “As her grandmother–in–law, it’s only right that she comes down to greet me.”

She sat with an air of superiority. After taking a sip of the rea, she grimaced, “What kind of tea is this? How could Mirage Group serve this to guests?” The receptionist forced a smile, unable to respond to Hailey’s obvious provocation.

Just then, Marve descended the stairs. She was dressed in a sharp, professional suit, exuding the air of a confident businesswoman.

Hailey scrutinized her with disapproval.

“You took too long. In the Brooks family, the daughter–in–law should be here to p

greet the elders even before they arrive,” she criticized, her tone harsh.

or this kind of tea. There’s no

Unbothered, Maeve took the teacup fr

from Hailey’s hand and handed it to the receptionist. “Mrs. Brooks Senior doesn’t

need to serve her next time.”

“Yes, Ms. Scott,” the receptionist responded.

Hailey frowned. “Maeve, what do you mean by that?!)

“Nothing much. Mrs. Brooks Senior, are you here unannounced to inspect my work? It seems your concern is a bit overreaching,” Maeve replied sharply. Hailey, visibly upset, stood up abruptly. “What’s with your attitude? I came to talk to you…

Pausing mid–sentence, she glanced around at the onlookers and continued, “Shouldn’t you invite me to your office for a private conversation, Ms. Scott?

Maeve smiled. “Of course, Mrs. Brooks Senior. Please follow me.”

As she led the way, Hailey followed with a hint of arrogance on her face.

As they entered the elevator, Hailey remarked, “Mirage Group’s taste is really lacking. Such a cramped elevator… How shabby.”

Before she could finish her complaint, Maeve pressed the emergency stop button, halting the elevator.

“What are you doing?” Hailey asked, panic creeping into her voice as the elevator came to an abrupt stop.

“Mrs. Brooks Senior, let me make this clear: we stay out of each other’s way, minding our own business. I’m not impressed by the scene you’ve caused today,

Maeve’s words were cold and cutting, sending chills down Hailey’s spine.