"Hahaha."
Feeling heartened, Herman laughed out loud and looked at his brilliant daughter with a look of gratification.
"File, I raised how, how could I not know your strengths?"
Elie said, "Why didn't you let me wear... clothes that are more revealing?"
Herman shook his head and said,"My dear daughter, if you wear a revealing outfit on your first meeting, Mr. Steele will look down on you and think that you're a frivolous woman without self-respect."
"Your goal is to marry Mr. Steele, not become his lover or mistress. So, your fashion sense mustn't be tacky."
"We've just met Miss Clarke and her secretary, Ashley Rose. Do you remember how they dressed?"
Elie was a vain girl, so she obviously remembered what they wore.
Elie nodded and said, "They both wore the same kind of outfit, consisting of a white shirt paired with a black skirt, but that secretary's skirt was even shorter than Victoria Clarke's knee-length skirt."
Herman nodded and said, "The difference in the length of their skirts is what sets them apart. Victoria Clarke obviously has a better figure than Ashley Rose, but as the deputy president, she had to dress more presentably."
"The same goes for you. You have to make yourself look classy and elegant. Only then will Mr. Steele cherish
you."
Thinking that Herman made a lot of sense, Elie said, "Thanks, Dad, I'll definitely snatch Mr. Steele back from Victoria Clarke!"
Herman nodded his head in gratification. Once his daughter could get married to the president of Ace Corporation, Old Mrs. Camden would value Herman, his wife, and his children more.
When the time comes, the Camdens' assets worth close to hundreds of millions of dollars and the position as the next helmsman of the company would undoubtedly belong to Herman!
Just like that, the two of them remained seated for more than ten minutes.
"Why aren't they serving us any coffee or tea? Is the hospitality of Ace Corporation so bad?"
Elie's mouth was getting a little dry from talking, and only then did she realize that the secretary didn't serve them any drinks.
Elie couldn't contain her anger any longer, and she opened the door to yell at Ashley, "Miss Rose, we'd like to have two cups of tea."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
Ashley agreed, but after more than ten minutes passed, she still hadn't served the tea yet.
"This is infuriating! That secretary was just patronizing me!" Elie exclaimed, stomping her feet furiously.
Not wanting Elie's mood to be affected, Herman comforted, "When you become the president's wife, just fire her. Simmer down, Mr. Steele may come in at any
moment."
"Oh."
Elie immediately got back into her elegant sitting posture, smiling like a dignified lady.
Just like that, half an hour passed.
"Dad, I can't keep up with this anymore. It's too tiring to sit like a demure lady. This is exhausting. Why isn't Mr.
Steele here yet?"
Elie laid down on the sofa and put her legs up too.
Herman took a glance at Elie's sloppy posture, which was unbearable to look at, and shook his head. "It seems Mr. Steele doesn't value us. He even made us wait for an hour."
At this moment, Jordan pushed the door and entered.
When Jordan saw Elie placing her feet on the couch despite wearing high heels, he couldn't help but interject.
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