Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 238

Ten minutes later, the assistant checked the incoming transfer and turned to Emma.

"Boss, the penalty fee has hit the account. But about the exhibition..."

The assistant looked incredibly stressed. Half a million dollars was pocket change to Emma, but the invitations had been mailed out a month in advance. Changing the venue at the very last second was a logistical nightmare.

"We'll just change the venue. Don't worry about it."

Emma had only gone today to see if there was room for negotiation, hoping to save herself the hassle.

But since that wasn't an option, moving it was fine.

It was her exhibition. Changing the location or even delaying the date wouldn't draw a single word of criticism from anyone who mattered.

"But time is running out. Booking a standard gallery requires months of advance notice."

The assistant rubbed his forehead in sheer panic. Emma merely raised an eyebrow, casually spinning her phone in her hand. A smile touched her eyes.

"Drive to the Harrington Corp headquarters."

Standard galleries were hard to book, but Carter probably had a massive portfolio of available real estate. He seemed to own half the city.

This time, Emma didn't call ahead. She walked straight into the corporate lobby.

"Excuse me, ma'am, you cannot enter without an appointment."

A secretary stood up to block her path. Emma glanced over, realizing a new reception desk had been installed outside Carter's office.

She blinked. "I have an appointment."

"I apologize, ma'am, but Mr. Harrington has canceled all of his appointments for today. You cannot go in."

The secretary was strictly doing her job. Emma smiled warmly and didn't give her a hard time.

She simply pulled out her phone and shot Carter a text.

[Come out and get me.]

Inside the office, the billionaire CEO—who had been sulking alone because his wife had left earlier—instantly lit up the second he saw the pinned notification pop up.

"Pick whatever you want. Most gallery-style spaces are retained for our internal use, so just choose your favorite."

Just as Carter finished speaking, the secretary knocked and entered.

Carter walked over to take the coffee, naturally placing it right next to Emma's hand. "Why don't you host the exhibition at The Crystal Pagoda? It's gorgeous inside."

The secretary, who was closing the door, violently flinched, nearly dropping her tray. The Crystal Pagoda was an architectural marvel erected a few years ago. Shaped like a seven-story tower, its exterior was a blinding cascade of lights, and its interior was the definition of absolute opulence. Ordinary billionaires couldn't even buy their way inside to look around.

Rumor had it that the baseline entry fee was hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was the ultimate billionaire's playground.

Emma had no idea what the building was, but glancing at the photos Carter pulled up, she thought it looked perfect.

"This works." She tapped the screen, getting the distinct feeling the venue wasn't cheap. "Is it expensive?"

Carter smiled softly. "You can afford it."

Emma didn't think much of it. Just as she was about to tell her assistant to update the invitations, her phone rang.

"Boss, Gillian wants to schedule a meeting with you regarding the exhibition. She clearly has no idea who you actually are."