Mia Lane’s originally indifferent eyes were tinged with a hint of a smile, beautiful and gentle. This aroused Monica Usher’s curiosity. She stopped in front of Mia, "..." trying to discern what she was thinking. "President Lane, look at this! Duckweed!" A girl suddenly emerged from behind Monica Usher, running lightly towards Mia Lane, waving the wild grass in her hand. Monica Usher glanced at the girl’s back and noticed that Mia’s gaze had actually been on this girl all along. Mia put her arm around the girl’s shoulder, and the two of them turned around together, "Shall we use this to make soup today?" "Sure! It smells really amazing!" Watching their backs, Monica Usher’s smile stiffened, her heart filled with frustration after being completely ignored by Mia Lane! "Folks, why don’t we head down the mountain? We’ve been here for quite a while; it’s time to go fill our stomachs!" someone suggested returning. They had actually been up here for a long time, having started their walk around five in the morning. The people in the water began coming ashore, getting ready to head back. One by one, they passed by Monica Usher, some even brushing shoulders with her, yet treating her as if she were invisible. Not only did they treat Monica Usher as invisible, but they also completely ignored her team members. "..." This made Monica Usher, who had always prided herself on her strength, feel quite humiliated. These people used to be extremely respectful of her at the company, always addressing her as President Usher. Mia Lane and her group walked away... supporting each other, giving a helping hand as they descended. "What are they doing here?" Once they were further away, someone finally whispered a complaint, "Do they think they can just show up and design something as good as ours?" This comment elicited sneers, and all eyes were filled with disdain for Monica Usher. Meanwhile, Mia was contemplating a question: Who leaked the information? The location was so precise, it couldn’t just be a coincidence. In front of the wooden cabin, wisps of smoke rose into the air. Two aunties had already prepared a nutritious and delicious breakfast, the food was abundant yet light. Everyone came down from the waterfall, washed their hands, and gathered around the table in the courtyard to eat breakfast. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net Before long, a group of people appeared in view, walking along the stone path towards them. "President Lane, Monica Usher is here." Someone quietly alerted, becoming more vigilant. Mia Lane lifted her gaze to glance at her but didn’t immediately turn around, continuing to face away from Monica Usher while listening to the approaching footsteps. Is this something that can’t be avoided? But then, why should she avoid it? Mia turned around, raising her eyelashes and curling her lips into a slight smile, before finishing the egg soup in her bowl in one gulp. Monica Usher stood in front of her, coldly questioning, "Can’t build a car behind closed doors? Coming to this natural oxygen bar, how’s your car coming along?" The designers at R-Alan, although disliking Monica Usher, always held Kingston Group’s design team in awe, seeing them as role models and rivals because each of them was competent. So, when Monica Usher provoked, no one behind her stepped up to speak. Instead, a young male designer on Mia’s side retorted directly, "We’ve not only built cars but also tanks! But what’s it to you, traitor?" The word "traitor" struck Monica Usher heavily, like a dagger to her heart. Focusing intently on him, the woman’s face paled a bit. They had met before, and he once politely addressed her as President Usher. "Mind your words," Monica Usher reminded, "Everyone has their own choices. Can you guarantee you’ll work at The Kingston Group for life?" The boy had no response. Monica Usher’s aura turned cold as she rolled her eyes, fixing her gaze back on Mia Lane. "Don’t you have anything to say? Always hiding like a turtle? Pretending not to see me?" Mia couldn’t help but smile slightly. Compared to Monica Usher’s inner turmoil, she was truly calm. After a moment, her stunning face revealed a faint smile, "Monica Usher, I just hope you get hurt less when you’re stubbornly obsessed."