All Chapters of Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

"Bob, please leave now!" Amy exclaimed, pushing against him as Bob easily dodged her attempts, his eyes locking onto Emily's."Miss Carter, show me your capabilities," Bob said calmly, his gaze unwavering. "Prove to me that your success isn't just based on your looks."Amy, enraged, yelled, "You're being completely unreasonable! You know perfectly well that this design couldn't be revised in a week, let alone overnight! Miranda is your superior, not your subordinate, and she doesn’t need to prove herself to you. Her abilities have already been recognized by the company, and whether or not you accept that is irrelevant!"“Oh, assistant,” Bob replied, a smile curling at his lips—a mix of provocation and challenge. “You’re wrong about that. If it weren’t for her sudden arrival, I would have been promoted to director. I’m not blindly dismissing her, but I need her to prove her abilities to me, to show that she’s not just a pretty face stealing something that should’ve been mine.”So that’

Emily's statement stirred the entire room.Bob was the first to attack: "It seems Miranda is quite confident? This design isn't just my work; it’s the result of over a hundred people working for more than a month. And you dismiss it with a single sentence? Aren't you being a bit too confident?"Emily replied calmly, "I have every reason to be confident.""And what reason is that? Your pretty face or your impressive chest?""Those too. Thanks for the compliment. But I’d prefer if you focused on more than just my appearance. Otherwise, I'll start thinking you only have eyes that work, and your brain is just for decoration."Bob hadn’t expected her to push back so assertively. He was caught off guard, and his face darkened. "Miranda, you’d better hope your skills match your attitude. Otherwise, you'll only ruin the little goodwill you have.""In this company, I'm the head of the design department. I don't need goodwill. I need compliance."With that, Emily turned on the projector. The sc

Jackson was unusually serious, with snowflakes covering his hair and shoulders, as if he had been waiting in the snow for quite a while.The bright red roses in his arms were dusted with white snow, creating a stunning contrast that filled the air with a subtle fragrance.Holding the enormous bouquet close, Jackson, towering over others, seemed to struggle a bit with the weight. He knelt in the snow, looking up at her: “Emily, give me a chance to take care of you for the rest of your life. You can evaluate me for as long as you want. If you have any concerns, you can end our relationship at any time and we can go back to being friends, or even strangers. I won’t complain.”The sudden seriousness from someone usually playful left Miranda at a loss.“Jackson, stop joking around, get up…”“Promise me,” Jackson insisted. “I’ve nearly ordered all the roses in London for you. At least give me some reaction?”Onlookers pulled out their phones to capture the moment, chanting in English, “Marr

Everyone assured him it was no problem.Miranda chimed in, “I just arrived, too.”Adam gave her a teasing look, smirking as he rubbed his chin, “So, did you have a romantic night with your boyfriend?”Her face flushed instantly.“No, not at all! He has his own place; I stayed at the company dorm last night,” she hurriedly denied.“Haha, why are you explaining? I never said you lived together!” Adam winked. “I saw those roses and his love confession in the snow; so romantic!”Miranda could only laugh awkwardly.“Oh, it really sounds dreamy. Now I’m even nostalgic about my first love,” he sighed as he settled into his chair. “Too bad that’s impossible for me now.”“Why is it impossible? Did she marry someone else?” Miranda asked.“No, she passed away,” Adam said, his tone turning somber. “Let’s not dwell on sad topics. The reason I gathered you all is to discuss something important—the board has decided to enter the North America market.”Miranda and her colleagues exchanged puzzled gla

Jackson quickly relaxed. “But if we’re going to spend the rest of our lives in the UK, we need to adapt to the local customs,” he said. “And boots are definitely a must! My grandmother always said, ‘Girls shouldn’t let their feet get cold; it’ll cause problems later on.’”Emily raised an eyebrow. “Your grandmother actually told you that?”“Yeah, she’s been worrying about her two grandsons, both single and in their thirties. Now that I’m in the UK, she’s focused on my brother instead. I just hope he gets things sorted with Olivia soon; if he puts his mind to it, it should be a piece of cake.”“They’ve been dragging their feet for a while, huh?”“Yep,” Jackson replied, a hint of discomfort on his face. “Olivia mentioned she wouldn’t even consider marriage for three years after… well, after you know what happened. My brother’s just stuck waiting. It’s pitiful; he’s thirty-five and still single. If he gets married now, it’ll be years before he even becomes a dad. By the time his kid is of