Gianna let out a sigh, her exasperation giving way to understanding. "I said Elena Walter is now known as Mrs. Elena Hamilton," she repeated, her voice conveying a mix of surprise and intrigue. "She is the new CEO and owner of Elen Tech. The same magnificently Tech Company you have been inquiring to know about since the former occupants left."Isabella's eyes widened in astonishment as she absorbed Gianna's revelation. The pieces of the puzzle began falling into place, and her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts.Isabella's eyes grew wider, their once vibrant gaze now filled with astonishment as the weight of Gianna's revelation settled upon her. Like a torrential downpour, the scattered fragments of a puzzle began to coalesce in Isabella's mind, forming a picture she never anticipated. Thoughts raced through her consciousness, a whirlwind of emotions and realizations colliding within her. The shock that gripped her felt as if icy tendrils had penetrated deep into her bones, freezin
As she maneuvered through traffic, her grip on the steering wheel tightened, a physical manifestation of her determination. The surroundings blurred into a backdrop of anticipation, each passing mile bringing her closer to her long-awaited arrival at Nixon Tech. The destination represented not just a physical location, but a symbolic threshold, a threshold she was poised to cross, forever altering the course of the company and her own destiny.With a radiant smile and a flicker of anticipation in her eyes, Isabella approached the entrance of Nixon Tech, ready to step into the next phase of her grand design. The world awaited her arrival, unaware of the storm she was about to unleash. And as she parked her car and stepped out onto the threshold of her triumph, Isabella's excitement mingled with a steely resolve, propelling her forward to claim her rightful place at the helm of the company she was about to reshape in her image.****The entrance to Elen Tech exuded an air of elegance wi
As the press conference commenced, a paid journalist, fueled by a desire for controversy, seized the opportunity to throw the first spiteful question at Mrs. Elena Hamilton. With a sly grin, he inquired, "Mrs. Hamilton, is it true that you were once a disgraced and rejected staff member of Nixon Tech? Rumor has it that your ideas were shamelessly stolen from them."Not yet answered, another paid journalist, eager to further ignite the flames of controversy, interjected with a provocative question of her own. "And what about the incident involving an international supermodel named Isabella Thompson? It is said that you and your friend, Scarlett, publicly humiliated her by formatting her paid website meant for her fans. Is there any truth to these claims?"As tension hung in the air, a third journalist, eyes flickering mischievously, posed a question designed to provoke a reaction. "Furthermore, credible sources have informed us that you rejected your fiancé, Arthur Morrone, against you
With each revelation, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly charged. The once-sneering guests, who had initially regarded Elena with disdain for her proud remarks, now found themselves filled with empathy. Their eyes widened in disbelief as the true extent of the mistreatment and betrayal came to light. Whispers spread like wildfire as the crowd reacted with a mix of outrage, astonishment, and sympathy.The room buzzed with a mix of anger, frustration, and disbelief as the conversation revolved around the cruel treatment of the company's staff. Voices filled the air, their emotions palpable."How could a company be so heartless towards their own employees?" One guest exclaimed, her voice laced with indignation."You're right, my dear They should have protected her from that evil Isabella," replied Another, his tone dripping with disdain.Another addition to the conversation, chiming in, "I've heard some compelling stories about that infamous Isabella Thompson and her family's l
As Isabella sat in her chair, the weight of her anger and frustration pressed heavily upon her. Her mind raced, replaying the events that had unfolded, searching for a way to salvage her plans or seek revenge. Yet, amidst the chaos of her thoughts, a sense of helplessness began to seep in. The realization of her own vulnerability gnawed at her, a reminder that even the most carefully laid schemes could unravel in the face of unforeseen circumstances.Lost in the depths of her own anger, Isabella found herself trapped in a web of her own making. The walls of her office seemed to close in around her, mirroring the confines of her own defeated aspirations. Her once impenetrable confidence now wavered, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.In the stillness of her office, Isabella's anger simmered, a relentless flame that threatened to consume her. She knew that her next move would be crucial, defining the path she would take in the aftermath of her failure. But for now, she remained
Scarlett's voice, soft and enchanting, reached Elena's ears like a soothing melody. "How do you feel, dear?" she inquired, concern etched on her face.Elena's gaze fixated on Scarlett, her brows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and puzzlement. She could feel the dryness in her throat, prompting her to swallow several times before she mustered a response. "I... I think I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice hoarse and weak. "But I could really use a glass of water."Without hesitation, Scarlett rose from her seat, a sense of urgency in her movements. She swiftly crossed the room to the other side of Elena's bed, her steps almost a dance. Retrieving a bottle of water, she returned to Elena's side, her nurturing instincts taking over."Here you go," Scarlett said, her voice brimming with reassurance. With gentle hands, she helped Elena adjust her bed to a more upright position, providing comfort and support. The cool bottle of water was then placed in Elena's trembling hands, offeri
Elena's breath hitched, her mind racing to process the significance of these questions. Fear mingled with curiosity as she realized the striking resemblance between her recent experiences and the symptoms being described. A surge of realization washed over her, and she quickly conducted a mental calculation."Damn!" Elena whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible. "I'm... I'm some days late," she confessed, her eyes widening in disbelief. "But... but it's normal to be this late, right?"Elena's heart raced as she listened to the doctor's words. Every symptom mentioned mirrored her own experiences over the past few days. Fear and disbelief mingled within her, and she couldn't help but wonder if the worst-case scenario was becoming a reality."Could it be...no...it can't! I was careful, Very careful!" Elena muttered, her voice trembling. She clutched her hands together tightly, the anxiety creeping up her spine. "I occasionally took my drugs. Oh damn! Oh no! Okay, I'm overthi
Dr. Clara, her eyes sparkling with excitement, responded enthusiastically, "Yes, you are!" Relief washed over her as Elena welcomed the announcement with open arms. Curiosity tugged at her, wondering why Elena had initially acted strangely. However, she decided to allow Elena to celebrate her newfound news before probing further.As Elena's radiant smile illuminated the room, Dr. Clara took a moment to observe her patient. Elena's eyes glistened with tears of joy, her face glowing with a mixture of happiness and wonder. The room seemed to fill with an air of anticipation, a shared sense of excitement between doctor and patient.Elena closed her eyes, allowing herself a brief moment to envision the beautiful face of her unborn child. A tender smile graced her lips as she imagined all the wonderful things she would provide for her little one once they arrived in the world. Thoughts of the perfect name danced through her mind, and she could already feel the immense love she would shower