Caden Hawthorne paused briefly and then smiled gently, "Not yet, why don’t we think about it together?" Vivian Lynch’s eyes lit up, and she nodded, saying, "Sure, but I still don’t know if the baby is a boy or a girl." Caden gently stroked Vivian’s belly and said, "No problem, we can think of some neutral names first, and decide on the specific one after the baby is born." The two began to think seriously, occasionally exchanging ideas. "If it’s a boy, he could be called Evan Hawthorne. Evan suggests excellence and talent, and morning represents a new beginning and hope," Caden said. Vivian thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, that’s a nice name. What if it’s a girl?" "If it’s a girl, she could be named Eliza Hawthorne. Eliza means joy, and ’xi’ is a classical Chinese auxiliary word, rich in poetic meaning," Caden continued. Vivian beamed happily, "Both names sound wonderful. But let’s think of more options." "Sure..." Caden smiled indulgently. That day, Stella Fletcher made a mistake at work and was severely berated by the boss. "Stella Fletcher, can you do your job or not? If not, get out of here." Stella immediately bowed and apologized, "Sorry, boss, I didn’t do it on purpose." "Get back to work right away and redo it, because there will be a higher-level inspection later!" The boss roared furiously, spitting madly, almost hitting Stella’s face with his saliva. "Okay, boss." Stella wore a smile on her face but internally cursed the boss a thousand times, "That leech, just knows how to exploit us employees. Do you think I want to be here? If I had found a better job, would I still be in this lousy company?" While grumbling in her mind, Stella returned to her workstation to redo her work. She felt utterly irritated but had to complete the task quickly to avoid being reprimanded again. She tried hard to focus, but her boss’s furious face and harsh words kept replaying in her mind, making her angrier, and her movements became more agitated. Amidst this, her phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw it was Vivian calling. She hesitated for a moment but answered it anyway. "Stella, what are you doing?" Vivian’s warm voice came from the other end. Stella sighed and said, "What else can I be doing, got scolded by my boss, redoing work now." Vivian asked with concern, "What happened?" Stella told Vivian what had happened and then complained, "Vivian, why am I so unlucky? Having such a boss." Vivian comforted her, "Don’t be upset, Stella. It’s inevitable to encounter setbacks at work, just consider it a form of training. Once you find a better job, you can leave here." Stella said helplessly, "It’s easy to say, but where can I find a good job so easily? The job market is so tough now, and I don’t have any special skills, so I have to make do for now." Vivian thought for a moment and said, "How about trying online job applications, or attending some job fairs? You might find good opportunities." Stella nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll give it a try." Vivian smiled and said, "Stella, if you really have nowhere else to go, why not work with me! I happen to be thinking of starting a studio." Stella listened to Vivian’s words, looking delighted, "Girl, you’re flourishing, marrying a good husband makes all the difference." "Staying at home all day, I also get quite bored." "But still, thank you, Vivian. You’re in your late pregnancy now, so you mustn’t overwork yourself. Let’s talk about the studio after you’ve had the baby and recovered. By the way, how are you lately? Is the baby doing well?" Vivian said, "I’m good, and the baby is healthy." "That’s good, won’t talk any longer, I need to continue working now!" "Alright, come visit the Hawthorne Family sometime." After hanging up, Stella continued her work. Meanwhile, someone shouted, "All departments prepare, the higher-ups are coming over." Upon hearing this, everyone bustled around, forming two lines to welcome the higher-ups. "President Everett, please come in." The usually stingy and irritable boss now seemed like a sycophant, nodding and bowing to an unfamiliar man. Stella curiously looked at the man addressed as "President Everett," internally marveling at his extraordinary presence. The man wore a burgundy suit that perfectly outlined his tall and upright figure. The burgundy was flamboyant yet steady, telling of his unique charm. He had a crisp short hairstyle, with every strand exuding confidence. His black shirt complemented the tie matching the suit, simple yet elegant, showcasing sophistication and nobility. His face was like a delicately crafted work of art, with distinct features. Gold-rimmed glasses obscured his intelligent eyes, which seemed to see through everything, as if they could comprehend all things. Beneath his towering nose, his thin lips were tightly pressed, giving an air of mystery. Stella’s gaze followed Silas Everett intently, watching as he slightly nodded, guided by the boss into the company. Her heart involuntarily quickened, a strange tension rising within her. She felt a mysterious allure emanating from this man, making her want to understand him more. His commanding presence seemed to weigh the air around them. "This is the leader from Cinderport, the eldest son of the chairman of Everett Group, Director Silas Everett. Let’s all welcome President Everett," the boss said. Hearing these words, Stella realized that their small crappy company was actually under the Everett Group. "Welcome, President Everett." In a daze for a moment, Stella quickly bowed with her colleagues, collectively greeting Silas Everett. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net Silas gently lifted his gaze, his eyes warmly sweeping over everyone, smiling softly, "Thank you for your hard work. The success of Everett Group relies on each employee’s effort. I am here in Aethelgard on behalf of my father to inspect the work, and will be stationed at the Aethelgard branch for some time, working alongside everyone." Stella didn’t expect the new leader to be so young and handsome, with no airs at all, speaking gracefully, rich in content. Silas seemed to sense someone secretly observing him, and at the moment their eyes met, Stella’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly lowered her head. Silas noticed Stella’s movement, a slight smile played at his lips. Soon, applause resounded around them. Silas, accompanied by the boss, slowly toured the company. Each step he took was steady and powerful, like a monarch surveying his realm. By noon, at the end of the workday, all the company’s colleagues went for lunch, leaving only Stella, who continued working overtime correcting documents in the office. At this point, after finishing the inspection, Silas noticed Stella was still there and walked toward her. "Why haven’t you left yet?"