Barbara’s breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat! Meeting her calm gaze, Barbara briefly wondered if she had misheard. Monica Usher smiled effortlessly, "Starting tomorrow, I’m officially going to work there." Barbara couldn’t see any trace of coercion on her face; she was completely willing. Watching Monica take a sip of coffee, revealing a satisfied smile again, she heard her say, "The coffee here still tastes the same as before, it’s about the same distance from the R-Alan Group and Kingston Group, right in the middle. Let’s continue our sisterly bond here in the future." For a moment, Barbara didn’t know what to say; she couldn’t quite accept this reality. Chapters first released on novel·fire.net Should she congratulate her? That’s the R-Alan Group, the group that forced her to sign with a knife to her throat. "Monica, are you happy?" Barbara asked dumbfoundedly. "What?" Monica laughed, "Starting a whole new life, of course, I’m happy. Otherwise, what? Dwell in the past continually? Wash my face in tears every day and drown my sorrows in alcohol?" "But it’s the infamous R-Alan Group in the industry." Barbara worried for her, "I’ve heard they’ll do any project just to make money, and their CEO Lydia Ingram toys with women—he’s been married ten times!" Barbara furrowed her brows tightly, exclaiming, "How can someone with such misguided values build a good enterprise?" "Matters of the heart shouldn’t be mixed with work; I’m not marrying him." Monica countered, "The R-Alan Group has its strengths too. Otherwise, it would’ve closed long ago. They’ve stood in Riventhal for so long, you can’t be too one-sided." "..." Yet Barbara didn’t want her to go there. Monica took another sip of coffee, "Although they oppose the Kingston Group, the Kingston Group always has competition; the R-Alan Group is just not secretly contending. Lydia Ingram vowed to the media to surpass Kingston. I believe a soldier who doesn’t aspire to be a general isn’t a good one, don’t you think?" Barbara held her coffee cup, taking a small sip, her mind a bit chaotic, and her mood heavy. Monica’s lips curved slightly, "You do well at The Kingston Group." Actually, Monica wouldn’t take Barbara with her despite previously promising to. Isn’t leaving her there better? She might need her help in the future. Barbara silently tried to digest and accept this truth, "Well... take care of yourself." "Don’t worry, it’s not a tiger’s den." Monica said light-heartedly, "I’m the Deputy President there too, and the salary is double what Kingston offers, can’t complain about the benefits." A plane took off from Riventhal, Justin Kingston boarded with two assistants heading to Korland, going behind Mia Lane’s back to find the woman named Emily. Barbara returned to the Deputy President’s office at The Kingston Group. It felt as if a huge stone weighed heavy on her heart, suffocating her. President Lane generously lent her 200,000, and her gratitude was immense, yet knowing Monica’s move to R-Alan Group presented her with a dilemma. Monica specifically told her, hoping she’d spread the news. In the spacious and bright apartment. Monica returned from the café, sat on the sofa, smoked three cigarettes consecutively, dialed a number, and said gravely, "Check what illness Barbara’s mother has, in Lyncroft County. I need her detailed information, quickly." After speaking, she directly hung up. Lending money hadn’t helped her much; finding surgical specialists was something Monica certainly took upon herself. Because she knew Barbara was the kind of girl who reciprocated tenfold for a drop of kindness. In the afternoon, Finn Morgan drove to the new club. After a few days of careful site selection, he was very pleased with the current location—it’s a standalone building, the exterior uniquely distinctive, like a piece of Noah’s Ark, certainly aligning with Anton Miller’s aesthetic. The interior arrangement was proceeding systematically. "Hello, Special Assistant Morgan." "Thanks for your hard work." Finn Morgan’s demeanor was gentle, holding design plans in his hand, surveying everything strictly according to the blueprint, "At this pace, it should be done in less than a week, right?"