It was clear she took this opportunity very seriously and was eagerly anticipating it.
Vanessa's expression remained placid as she walked past her and headed straight downstairs.
"Vanessa! It's incredibly rude to ignore someone when they're talking to you!"
Giselle hurried after her, absolute certainty hiding in her eyes. She refused to believe Vanessa didn't care. She was just playing it cool; inside, she had to be losing her mind with jealousy.
She was determined to see Vanessa look defeated and bitter.
"What's going on here?"
In the dining room, George Grant looked up from his morning paper as the two sisters walked in one after the other.
Vanessa took the seat right beside him, while Giselle deliberately chose the spot directly opposite her, making her combative stance glaringly obvious.
The maid served their breakfast, setting the plates before them.
Vanessa picked up a piece of toast, lightly spread some jam on it, and took a leisurely bite before speaking in a calm tone.
"Dad, Giselle has some good news to share with you."
"Oh?" George shifted his gaze to Giselle. "What good news?"
The corners of Giselle's mouth tipped higher, her tone laced with poorly concealed triumph.
"I just got a call from Valen. He asked me to swing by his office a bit later."
A flicker of surprise crossed George's eyes.
"You managed to convince Mr. Valen?"
"Of course." She tilted her chin up. "He said my proposal was excellent and that he would seriously consider a partnership. Calling me this morning obviously means we're finalizing the contract."
"Well done!" George praised her immediately, then added a word of caution. "Mind your manners when you get there. Don't do anything to embarrass the company."
"I know, Dad."
Giselle agreed, shooting a sideways glance at Vanessa, her heart soaring with delight.
Her father was actually praising her right in front of Vanessa. That was a rare victory.

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