"Slater, why don't you let me help out at the Rutledge Group?" Carla suggested, her voice soft and eager. "I don't have any competitions right now, nothing to do, so I could lend you a hand."
She looked up at him, eyes bright and expectant.
Slater hesitated. Carla had no experience in business, let alone management. She'd studied things like equestrian sports and golf—charming and refined, sure, but not remotely useful in a corporate setting.
If he brought Carla into the Rutledge Group, she'd be more of a liability than an asset. Worse, she might even make things messier for him, and then Zena would have his head.
After thinking it over, Slater finally shook his head.
"Carla, it's not a good idea. You don't have the right experience, and if I bring you in, Mom will just end up scolding me."
Carla lowered her gaze, a shadow flickering across her eyes.
In the end, Slater was always looking out for himself. He'd never really put her first.
If Slater could be so selfish, then why shouldn't she look out for herself too?
She'd felt a little guilty before. After all, Slater had always treated her well over the years—whenever she wanted something, if it was within his power, he'd get it for her.
But now, Carla felt no need to hold back.
When she looked up again, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's fine, really. I just wanted to help you out, that's all. But if you don't think it's a good idea, I'll drop it.
Everyone's probably right about me anyway—I'm just a pretty face, completely useless in this family."
Her words caught in her throat, and by the end, she was sobbing.
Slater had heard the rumors about Carla, how people called her nothing more than decoration.
Seeing her in tears now, his heart softened. He let out a long sigh.

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