Chapter 129

Chapter 129:

Madisyn didn’t appreciate that. She had always preferred to keep a low profile.

“Hello, everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said with a polite smile, raising her hand in greeting.

“Who are you? Go away. Don’t block us,” snapped Liza Nelson, a woman with a long, thin face that seemed permanently set in a sneer. She even pushed Madisyn aside roughly.

As Madisyn was trying to make sense of the situation, someone next to her said, “Are you the new intern? We are currently welcoming the president’s sister. You need to stand properly and make a good impression.”

“The president’s sister?” Madisyn repeated, puzzled. She understood the words, but not these people’s reaction. Wasn’t she the president’s sister?

Just then, a woman with curly hair and high heels approached. Liza scrutinized her from head to toe. The dark blue suit jacket and diamond necklace she wore were exactly as Dane’s assistant had described. Furthermore, all her clothes screamed luxury.

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She must be the president’s sister!

Liza’s attitude flipped instantly. Beaming, she approached the woman and exclaimed, “Oh, here you are!”

Others also hurried forward to greet her.

Madisyn observed the woman, feeling a sense of familiarity, yet she couldn’t recall where they had met before.

The woman looked bewildered. “Are you welcoming me?”

“Of course!” Liza said with a flattering smile. “Miss Johns, it’s so admirable that someone of your status would choose to work here, so down to earth.”

Miss Johns?

The woman looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

Noticing her bewildered expression, Liza hastily reassured her, “Don’t worry. We won’t tell anyone that you are the president’s sister.”

The president’s sister?

The woman surveyed the obsequious smiles around her and suddenly understood the mix-up. They had mistaken her for the president’s sister. She smiled subtly, a mix of joy and complacency lighting up her features. Did she really exude such a commanding presence?

However, she quickly clarified, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not…”

Before she could finish, her eyes widened in shock as she spotted Madisyn standing nearby. “Madisyn Chapman, why are you here?”

When Madisyn heard the familiar voice, her recognition was instant. “Teresa Richardson?”

Teresa, who went to the same high school as Madisyn and was a friend of Jenna’s, regarded Madisyn with a hint of arrogance. “Madisyn, I heard you were living the good life and even pursuing dancing. So, why are you working at Edge Entertainment now? Did you and Mr. Johns—my brother—break up? Did you come here seeking an opportunity to get closer to him?”

Teresa had originally planned to disclose the truth to everyone, but upon seeing Madisyn, she abruptly decided against it.

Teresa and Madisyn had never gotten along well in high school. Back then, Madisyn was a member of the affluent Chapman family, beloved by many at school for her grace and charm. To Teresa’s dismay, her own Prince Charming had been smitten with Madisyn, fueling a deep-seated jealousy that lingered over the years.

Now, with an opportunity to disgrace Madisyn, Teresa was not about to let it slip by easily.

As Teresa’s insinuations spread, everyone’s gaze shifted towards Madisyn.

“No wonder she looks familiar; she’s the one known for her dancing.”

“Did you come here to seduce Mr. Johns? I advise you to leave now. Mr. Johns is not someone you can easily seduce.”

The crowd looked at Madisyn with disdain, as if she were something contemptible. Yet, Madisyn was unfazed. With a calm, amused expression, she responded, “Do you all really believe her just because of a few words? You’re adults now. You’d better think for yourselves.”

“How dare you mock us for being mindless?” someone retorted. Liza, visibly annoyed, chimed in, “You’re making everyone uncomfortable. Do you really want to seduce Mr. Johns? Miss Johns, shouldn’t we just throw her out?”

Teresa narrowed her eyes, enjoying the flattery. Looking at Madisyn, she found a twisted sense of superiority. “Forget it. It’s not easy for her to have gotten a job here. We don’t need to be so harsh. As long as she works hard, it’s fine.”

“That’s right. Miss Johns is so kind. By the way, give me your ID card and photo, and I’ll get your work card prepared,” Liza said, buttering up Teresa.

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