Chapter 411: Chapter 411

Chapter 411:

Julio chuckled at her hurried explanation. “I’m not blaming you. I just wondered why you were at the hospital. Are you okay?”

A thought crossed his mind, and he quickly added, “You’re not pregnant again, are you?”

If she were pregnant again, she’d be out of commission for months. Where would he find another capable employee like her?

“No,” Eileen shook her head. “I took Bryan for a check-up.”

Julio sighed in relief. “Thank God. If you’re planning on a second child, give me a heads-up so I can mentally prepare.”

“Not anytime soon,” Eileen replied with a slight frown. “Morning sickness was rough when I was pregnant with Gabriela. I’m a bit scared of going through that again.”

But she didn’t completely rule out the possibility of having another child.

Morning sickness? Julio’s mind flashed back to the scene at the club’s lounge where Dalores was hugging a trash can, retching. He frowned but didn’t continue the conversation.

The elevator doors opened, and several executives were waiting outside. They quickly switched to business mode and began the meeting.

Eileen hadn’t anticipated that the company’s emergency would be about her. Because she had taken over Trenton’s club yesterday, rumors spread like wildfire, accusing her of using her body to get ahead.

Most people believed the rumors. Otherwise, they couldn’t comprehend how Eileen, once an assistant, could have risen to become the general manager of Freguson Group.

From Apex Group to Freguson Group, from Bryan to Julio… it seemed like a seamless transition.

Lᴀtеst chαptєrs in g𝒶lnovels.çøm After this revelation, some of the signed partners proposed terminating their contracts. Those who hadn’t signed either withheld their decisions or demanded that Eileen handle the negotiations herself.

Why Eileen? The reason was obvious—they were looking for something more from her.

The public relations department was powerless. After all, the rumors were being spread behind closed doors, far from the media’s reach.

“Arrange meetings with all the clients who want to terminate their contracts and discuss cooperation. I’ll handle it myself,” Eileen said, twirling a pen between her fingers as she leaned back in her chair, appearing calm and collected.

It dawned on her that the drink Zola had poured on her feet the previous night wasn’t just a petty act of jealousy; it had a purpose. She had underestimated Zola.

Now, everyone’s eyes were on Julio, waiting for his decision.

Benjamin broke the silence. “Mr. Freguson, we all recognize Ms. Curtis’ capabilities. But the business world is complicated, and not everyone knows her like we do. She’s been loyal to you for so long. You know she isn’t the type of person they’re making her out to be.”

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