After Madeline's declaration to proceed with the meeting, Mara stepped forward and launched into her confident presentation. With poise and conviction, she captivated the room as she shared her well-prepared proposal. Meanwhile, in Greg's office, Dylan watched the presentation intently, clearly impressed by Mara's delivery. He turned to Greg, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "She's really nailing it. Mara knows how to explain things in a way that's both engaging and informative." Greg, observing the presentation on his computer screen, nodded in agreement. "Absolutely," he replied. "Mara has a unique talent for presenting complex ideas clearly. It's one of her strengths." Back in the meeting room, Mara delivered her presentation with finesse, her words flowing effortlessly as she showcased the details of her proposal. Madeline listened attentively, nodding occasionally to show her interest and engagement, while Gilbert, the ever-observant one, remained silent but keenly observ

As the room fell into stunned silence, Mara could sense the weight of disbelief and shock emanating from the Millen family and the others present. Gasps and wide eyes filled the space as the reality of the collaboration sank in. Georgia, unable to accept the truth, broke the silence with a strained voice, "This... This can't be happening. How is it possible? We've tried so hard, and yet..." George's eyes darted between Mara and the employee, his skepticism slowly giving way to astonishment. "I... I don't understand. How did you manage to secure such a massive deal? It's beyond anything we anticipated." Even Victor, who had been so adamant that securing the contract was impossible, stood there in disbelief. His face contorted with a mix of surprise, admiration, and a hint of resentment towards Mara. Grandma Millen, who had been reveling in Mara's supposed failure, suddenly found her smug expression replaced with a mix of surprise and annoyance. She struggled to find her words as h

As soon as Greg and Mara bid farewell at the restaurant, Greg made his way back to his apartment. Upon stepping inside, he noticed Dylan already waiting for him in the living room, comfortably settled on the sofa."Hey, it's unusual for you to suddenly call me at night. What happened?" Dylan inquired, his curiosity piqued. His gaze then shifted to the bag Greg was holding. "And what's that you're holding?""It's just some leftover food from the restaurant. We ordered way too much," Greg replied, placing the bag on the kitchen table. "Anyway, there's wagyu inside it, in case you're interested."Dylan's eyes immediately lit up at the mention of wagyu. "Of course, I'm interested! I've been craving it for a while," he exclaimed, heading towards the kitchen counter to grab the bag.While Dylan indulged in the delicious food, he turned to Greg and asked, his mouth full, "Are you sure you don't want any?""Nope. I had enough during dinner. It's all yours," Greg said, briefly messaging his s

Greg now found himself preparing for The Millen party, a place he never thought he would set foot in again. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he pondered the irony of the situation. Who would have known that he, the one they once looked down upon as a tramp and a trash son-in-law, would return to this very place? Unpleasant memories of his divorce and the judgment he faced resurfaced in Greg's mind. The disdainful glances, the whispers behind his back—all of it came rushing back. But Greg was determined not to let those memories tarnish his evening. As he adjusted his tie, the door to his room swung open, and Dylan walked in with his usual nonchalant demeanor. "Ready to go?" Dylan asked, his eyes scanning Greg's choice of attire. Greg nodded confidently. "I'm all set. Let's get this show on the road." Dylan's gaze settled on the old blazer Greg had chosen to wear, and a look of mild disbelief crossed his face. "Seriously, out of all the clothes you have, you had to pick th

“LIAR!!!”Suddenly, a loud scream echoed through the ballroom, jolting everyone from their shocked silence. The sound reverberated through the grand space, causing heads to turn in search of the source.In the midst of the hushed atmosphere, Mara stood with her face flushed red. Emotions of shock, disbelief, and anger are visible on her face as she looks at the stage.“M—Mara,” Greg uttered, his voice filled with concern and surprise as he witnessed the raw emotion pouring out of her.Undeterred by the curious gazes and hushed murmurs around her, Mara strode forward with unwavering determination. Each step resonated with a burning resolve as she made her way towards the stage, where Mr. Millen stood.As Mara reached the stage, her gaze locked immediately with Mr. Millen. “Y—You…” Mara said, her voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. ”YOU’RE LYING! It wasn't George who won the collaboration, it was me! It was ME who won the collaboration, not HIM!!"Screamed Mara, which