The Socialite Is Ready for Her Debut

When Quincey saw me, she was momentarily caught off guard. But seconds later, she leaned into Pierce's ear and whispered something before arrogantly extending her hand toward me.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Holden's secretary. Please contact me if you have any concerns in the future."

Pierce had finalized the proposal, and it just so happened to be the one I had written.

After the meeting, he asked me to stay behind. He silently studied me from across the table. "You didn't go to the hospital that day?"

It seemed like Pierce had thoroughly investigated Quincey.

Quincey suddenly clenched her hand. She bit her lip before speaking up, "Mr. Holden, you really bring good luck. After seeing you that day, my sister's stomach pain just vanished. She was busy with work. So, she didn't go to the hospital."

Pierce lifted his gaze and gave Quincey a sidelong look. His fingers lightly tapped the table.

He grabbed the meeting minutes from Quincey's hands and casually flipped through a few pages. There were only a few lines of text on the first page, and the rest were blank.

Bianca's training program covered wine tasting, photography, skincare, makeup, and even male psychology, but it never taught Quincey how to be a competent secretary.

"You can't be a secretary. Think about what else you can do to offset the compensation costs," Pierce said, then turned to look at me. "Ms. Yasmine, would you be interested in working for Holden Group?"

He wasn't expecting an immediate answer. He stood up, adjusted his cuff, and handed me a business card. "Feel free to contact me if you're interested."

Quincey immediately switched to a pitiful tone as she apologized to Pierce.

Before leaving, she gave me a resentful glare.

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After work, Joshua's calls came flooding in. "Quincey asked around at your company. You're making at least a million dollars a year.

"Now, your family's in trouble. We've sold the stores, and yet you're hiding away. Yasmine Scott, I've raised you for 29 years. You need to hand over your salary to me."

I put my phone down, letting him rant on the other end.

Selene cursed at me viciously, calling me a seductress who purposely tried to attract Pierce's attention.

Meanwhile, Quincey declared, "Pierce just wants you to do his bidding. I'm a thousand times more beautiful than you. There's no way he'd be interested in you."

I couldn't help but laugh in my head. Even now, Quincey was still competing with me over a man. And her only weapon was her face.

When they had run out of things to say, I picked up my phone and coldly replied, "Joshua Scott, my mom earned the house and stores. I haven't spent a single penny of yours since I was 14 years old.

"That car I bought is enough to cover the expenses before that. If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for exposing Quincey's true nature to Pierce."

After hanging up, I felt a surge of satisfaction.

The city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows had never seemed so bright and beautiful.

I didn't actually want to expose Quincey so soon. The deeper she got, the more entertaining the show would be.

At that moment, Trevor messaged me, saying that Pierce had designated me as the company liaison and that I would be attending the town project investment conference with him tomorrow.

At the same time, a financial news article caught my attention.

Lyon Group was inspecting the Porthcawl Town project and wanted to work with Holden Group.

The Lyon family was an old, prestigious family in the upper crust. If I remembered correctly, Pierce's wife in my previous life was none other than Scarlett Lyon, the daughter of the Lyon family.