She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 887

Giselle remained perfectly composed. "It won't affect Bloomberry. This is Loyce's company. He wouldn't dare mess with it."

"True." Jean, who knew snippets of what had happened years ago, patted her shoulder. "You kept your head down all those years just for this moment. We'll face them together tonight."

At 7:00 PM, they arrived at an exclusive private club in Metropia.

Giselle had changed into a sleek, minimalist black pantsuit, her hair pinned up elegantly, with a simple pair of pearl earrings.

Jean couldn't help but stare as they walked in. "Honestly, with that aura, you look more like the owner right now than Loyce does."

Giselle smiled faintly. "Stop flattering me. Let's go."

Watching her walk ahead, Jean muttered to herself, "She's so grounded now. She's completely evolved."

The private dining room was expansive. Seven or eight middle-aged men in sharp suits sat around a massive circular table, the luxury watches on their wrists flashing under the chandelier.

The seat of honor was left empty, clearly reserved for Bloomberry's representative.

Sitting beside it was a woman in her early forties, impeccably made up and wearing a champagne-colored dress with a strand of top-tier pearls. She looked like one of the executives' wives.

The moment Jean stepped through the door, the men stood up, plastering on enthusiastic smiles.

"Ms. Morgan! So glad you could make it, please, take a seat." A balding man at the forefront hurried over, eagerly pulling out the main chair.

His name was Chadwick Dawson, a major player in high-end silk imports. He glanced past Jean and assessed Giselle. "And who is this...?"

"This is Bloomberry's newly appointed Chief Designer and Executive Director, Giselle Turner," Jean introduced.

Chadwick's expression shifted subtly. "Director Turner? Never heard of you before, but it's a pleasure."

"I just got back from overseas," Giselle said, giving him a polite, brief nod.

Chadwick chuckled, gesturing for them to sit.

Giselle noticed the men subtly passing assessing, slightly predatory glances her way.

After a few rounds of drinks, the conversation finally pivoted to business.

Chadwick set down his wine glass, smiling broadly. "Ms. Morgan, don't you think it's time we renegotiated Bloomberry's supply chain contracts?"

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