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    He returned to his refuge at the construction site, immersing himself in work, all the while eagerly awaiting a response from Lillian.


    Elsewhere, Joyce had already arrived early at the hotel for the family dinner. Sitting at the table, her anticipation radiating from her, she eagerly pulled out her phone and texted Alexander.


    “Alexander, are you on your way yet?”


    After a considerable dy, Alexander’s response finally arrived.


    “On my way.”


    Joyce’s excitement was palpable. She spun around to face Katrina, her eyes sparkling as she brandished her phone triumphantly.


    “Mom, Alexander’s almost here!”


    Katrina’s smile was warm, filled with tender affection. She reached out, gently smoothing back a loose curl from Joyce’s face.


    “You’re about to be his wife, darling. It’s time to put away childish things. How are things at Elite Lux?”


    Joyce managed a nod, though her eyes darted away, betraying her nerves.


    “It’s going really well.”


    Unaware of Joyce’s difort, Katrina pressed on.


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    “Dani really threw me for a loop this time, appointing you as a director. Forge strong bonds with your team, and when the time is right, invite them to join Harper Group. With that caliber of talent, ourpany could rival Elite Lux in no time!”


    Joyce offered another nod, this one tinged with guilt. She was keenly aware of her own qualifications—orck thereof. Director? The title meant nothing to her.


    So what if she was the toilet director? The paycheck was hefty, the duties were a breeze, and the grunt work stayed firmly with the team below her. Sure, the job title wasn’t exactly morous, but to outsiders, she was a director. As Dani had pointed out, holding the title of director at Elite Lux carried a certain cachet. It didn’t matter which department she oversaw. What really counted were the sizeable paycheck and the glittering prestige that came with the role.


    When Joyce shared the news with her circle of friends, envy was the unanimous response. Truth be told, the position was idealcking in stress and devoid of any rigorous mental strain.


    It was a wee change from the high-pressure sectors of finance, marketing, or risk control that Caiden had previously thrust upon her. Why would she bother mastering those fields?


    She was destined to marry into the rich. She wasn’t crafted for the grind; she was fashioned for a life draped in luxury and ease.


    The gathering wasn’t extensive, with the Harper family consisting only of the families of Caiden’s siblings. These people werevishing Joyce withpliments, buoyed by Caiden’s evident partiality towards her and Katrina.


    “Joyce, you’re truly remarkable! A director at Elite Lux and soon to be the wife of the CEO at Bet Group.


    You’re all set for life!”


    “Absolutely! And it’s no surprise, considering who her mother is. She’s every bit as intelligent and stunning as Katrina.”


    “Joyce, during myst trip to Elite Lux to catch up with Dani, I didn’t spot her anywhere. However, I did notice you lounging by the restroom, snacking. It was during working hours, wasn’t it? Shouldn’t you have been busy working?”


    Joyce halted mid-reach across the table, her fingers poised in the air, as if frozen. After a tense moment, she managed a strained chuckle and replied, “Oh, that? My tasks for the day were all wrapped up, so I was just taking a little breather. Plus, at Elite Lux, nobody really has the nerve to question my schedule.”


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