?<strong>Chapter 865:</strong>


    Besides, with her degree from a prestigious international university, she has the potential to thrive as a secretary and contribute greatly to thepany.”


    The majority of the crowd couldn’t help but root for the underdog, their sympathies naturally aligning with Evita.


    Madisyn’s face darkened with growing irritation.


    She hadn’t anticipated Evita would stir up such a spectacle.


    Andrew’s tone turned icy as he said, “You need a job? Fine. By tomorrow, there’ll be apany ready to offer you a position.”


    Evita froze, startled.


    She had hoped for reinstatement at Klein Group, but Andrew clearly intended to ce her elsewhere.


    Her hesitation was brief.


    With so many watching, she swallowed her pride, thanked him quietly, and turned to leave.


    As she walked away, her lone figure, so slight and vulnerable, tugged at the hearts of some onlookers once more.


    Andrew and Madisyn, their ns for a leisurely stroll now forgotten, headed straight home.


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    As they walked, Andrew sped Madisyn’s delicate hand in his, his voice soft with regret.


    “I’m sorry for spoiling your evening today.”


    “Don’t mention it. Such a trivial matter is no big deal at all,” Madisyn said with a smile.


    “It won’t affect me. Don’t worry. But how do you n to deal with Evita?”


    Judging from what happened today, it was clear that Evita was capable of adapting to any situation.


    Despite her slip-up, she had shown resilience and the ability to handle pressure.


    The once high-borndy was now capable of causing trouble on the street.


    She really had some nerve.


    If she wasn’t handled properly, she might cause more trouble in the future.


    “Don’t worry, I have everything nned. She won’t be causing any more trouble,” Andrew said in a deep and mellow voice.


    He looked at Madisyn gently, but his tone carried intense menace.


    Somehow, Madisyn’s curiosity was piqued.


    The next day, Madisyn went to work as usual.


    As soon as she arrived at thepany, she saw a piece of news about Evita.


    “Evita Gordon, Waitress Earning 50,000 Dors a Month”


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