Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3311

Zane Bradley smiled meaningfully. "Sometimes, having the capability doesn't mean it's the right fit. The Hanson Corporation might have its own considerations."

Every word he spoke was a masterclass in deflection, offering absolutely no constructive advice.

But Norah seemed entirely oblivious, continuing to discuss the matter with him right up until it was time to clock out, finally letting him go.

Gillian York's desk was directly across from Norah's office. She happened to see Zane walking out, a smug expression plastered across his face.

Gillian knew exactly what that meant—Zane must have recommended Jenny Jordan to Norah.

Among the new hires, Jenny's skills and educational background were top-tier. Coupled with Zane's endorsement, the deputy manager position was practically in Jenny's pocket.

Gillian's eyes flickered with anticipation as she lowered her head to organize her files.

Norah left work on time. The moment she stepped into her apartment, an anonymous message popped up on her phone.

[Ms. Lamont, I need to report something. The Hanson Corporation refuses to work with us because their executive, Trevor Cromwell, is close with the people at Vitesse Inc. He's already decided to give the project to them. Jenny Jordan knew this all along. She deliberately kept it from you to make you fail this project and humiliate you in front of the entire department.]

[She knew the Hanson Corporation would never partner with us, so she publicly handed the project over to you. It was a calculated move to dodge responsibility while digging a hole for you. This is all her scheme.]

After reading the message, Norah's eyes darted thoughtfully. She dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, her tone turned playful and coaxing. "Jonathan, I need a favor!"

Hanging up, Norah hummed a pop song as she changed clothes, then headed next door.

The door was ajar. Norah didn't bother knocking and simply pushed it open.

The man seemed to be on a call in the study. Norah settled onto the sofa, petting the cat while catching up on a TV show. A few minutes later, a message chimed on her phone. She glanced at it and typed a quick reply.

Checking the time, she added, "Let's eat out tonight. My treat. Whatever you want!"

Gonzalez chuckled softly. "Is this your idea of a fix?"

Norah's eyes curved into a bright smile. "No, I just want to treat Uncle Gonzalez to a meal."

Hearing that title, the man's expression darkened. "You did that on purpose."

"Yep!" Norah looked earnest, mixed with an innocent charm. "Just a friendly reminder for Uncle Gonzalez to keep his thoughts strictly platonic toward the younger generation!"

Gonzalez was speechless.

Every time she did this, he felt like he was digging his own grave.