The Noble Son-In-Law Denial Of Inheritance!

Chapter 8: Turn The Situation!

The next morning.

At Dulcie's request, Theophilus accompanied her to the company.

They hailed a taxi and headed straight to the X-Peak building.

Dulcie was extremely excited, as it was the first time her jewelry design was acknowledged. Moreover, it was personally responded to by the chairman of a major corporation!

"I'm so nervous, this is the first time I'm talking to an important figure like the chairman." Dulcie said anxiously in the back seat: "I don't know what he will ask, I'm worried I'll say something wrong and they won't accept my design..."

"Don't be too anxious, just express your ideas and thoughts to him." Theophilus advised.

"If one day my own jewelry design is released and receives praise from the public at an exhibition, that would be so fulfilling!" Dulcie said, her eyes full of aspiration, dreaming of that achievement.

Theophilus reassured her: "Don't worry, your design ideas will definitely be showcased."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Dulcie's face brightened with excitement and anticipation.

"After this negotiation, you'll become a true designer. Keep it up." Theophilus encouraged.

"Um, I will!" Dulcie nodded, her heart set on becoming a renowned jewelry designer.

Soon, a taxi brought them to the X-Peak building.

They got out of the car together and took the elevator to the company.

Twenty-eighth floor.

This floor housed the office of the newly appointed chairman, Leighton.

The space was vast, all designed with glass walls, and the office furniture was orderly arranged.

Employees bustled about, many of them dressed impeccably for work.

As they entered the office, many curious glances were cast their way.

"Dulcie? Aren’t you a marketing department employee? Who allowed you here? This office is for company management; don't you know your place?" A high-ranking female manager passing by stopped, recognized Dulcie, and spoke disdainfully.

"Oh? Dulcie? And is this the infamous useless son-in-law of the Millers, your husband Theophilus?" A male Miller Corporation high-level manager, seated in an office chair, looked them over thoughtfully.

"I remember Jena saying she didn’t want to see him again. How dare you bring him here?"

"Hmph! Mind your own business." Dulcie scoffed coldly, unwilling to pay attention to these spiteful people.

With that, she walked into the chairman's office, carrying a document bag.

"Wait a moment."

A loud female voice called out.

A woman in a light purple dress, heavily made up and adorned with expensive jewelry, slowly approached.

Dulcie glanced at her, her eyebrows furrowing with a mix of anxiety and unease.

The woman was Jena, a well-known figure in the Miller Jewelry Corporation, serving as the vice director of the design department and also a jewelry designer for the corporation. Moreover, being the daughter of the executive chairman Victor, she held a very high status in the company.

"Jena..." Dulcie greeted her, somewhat apprehensively.

"Shut up!" Jena cut her off sharply, her gaze coldly falling on Theophilus: "You dare show your face in front of me?"

"Jena, sorry to bother you. Theophilus and I are here on business, we'll leave shortly." Dulcie said uneasily, feeling intimidated and inferior in front of Jena, partly because her family had been oppressed by Jena's family for years.

"Dulcie, you don't have to be ashamed in front of her. You owe her nothing." Theophilus spoke up.

"Who are you to raise your voice in front of me?" Jena looked down on Theophilus with contempt: "I haven't settled with you for what happened at my wedding, and yet you dare show up in front of me?"

"I apologized at your wedding. Besides, that incident wasn’t my fault." Theophilus replied calmly.

"Ha! You've got some nerve! Theophilus, have you forgotten what I told you?" A deep voice interjected at this moment.

Dante approached, his gaze cold as he looked at Theophilus and Dulcie. He scoffed arrogantly, speaking condescendingly: "Sorry, but can an apology really solve the problem? Have you forgotten your own family name just because you've had a few decent meals? Do you believe I can make your shabby jewelry workshop close down again?"

Dante held a significant stake in the Miller Jewelry Corporation, serving as a director on the board and also as the deputy executive officer.

Moreover, he was the esteemed Young Master of the Charlie family in Elysian Echo City, capable of plunging Dulcie's family into deep despair with a mere flick of his finger, forcing them to live in destitution.

Dulcie bit her lip, visibly anxious and flustered.

"What?" At that moment, Jena noticed the document bag in Dulcie's hand and said disdainfully: "Don't tell me you're here for Chairman Joe's recruitment announcement? You want to submit your jewelry design ideas?"

"Truly laughable, a penniless person like you dreaming of becoming a jewelry designer? How many designs have you submitted over the years? I've seen them all, nothing but trash, just like you, don't ever dream of success!" Jena said coldly and mockingly, devoid of any sympathy.

"Dulcie, speaking as a jewelry designer and the deputy director of the design department, I'm telling you now, you can leave!" Jena arrogantly declared: "Your design ideas have been rejected!"

"Sister Jena… are you saying that all my previous drafts were rejected by you?" Dulcie Miller was both embarrassed and furious, feeling extremely aggrieved and resentful. Jena Miller's words were truly excessive.

"Now you don't even look at my designs and want to dismiss me?" Dulcie challenged.

"It was me who rejected them! So what? Your trashy drafts don't even deserve a glance, they should be thrown straight into the bin." Jena said angrily, not caring at all.

Dulcie clenched her teeth, her face ablaze with anger.

All the designs she had submitted over the years were ignored and discarded by Jena without even a glance.

On what grounds could Jena so casually discard the hard work Dulcie had put in night and day? This was a blatant disrespect and trampling on others!

"What now? What's your question?" Jena taunted coldly and arrogantly: "Are you doubting my professionalism? I am one of the top ten jewelry designers in Elysian Echo City, and you don’t even have a single decent draft. If I say you're trash, then you're trash. Now, you can leave. This is a management office, and you don’t belong here."

Jena seemed quite pleased with herself, continuing in an increasingly impatient and louder tone: "Dulcie. I advise you to know your limits. Take your useless husband and leave, don’t embarrass yourself here any further."

"What are you all quarreling about here?" At that moment, a deep and authoritative voice resounded.

Immediately, all the managers around quickly adjusted their demeanor, and the atmosphere in the office suddenly became silent.

Leighton Joe emerged from his office, his gaze slowly sweeping over Jena and Dante.

Dante Charlie and his wife looked tense, facing Mr. Leighton, who had recently transferred from James Family Incorporation. They didn’t dare to be disrespectful.

After all, they had witnessed Leighton's tactics firsthand. Their father had struggled to get through this hurdle, and to this day, their uncle Eugene Miller was still unable to regain his composure.

"Chairman Joe, it's nothing, just a minor issue. Someone didn't understand the company's rules, and I was just teaching them." Dante said.

"Hmm?" Leighton glanced at Dante and asked: "Who doesn't understand the rules?"

Dante replied: "It’s a minor employee from the marketing department, named Dulcie Miller. She went to the senior office without permission, and I was reprimanding her."

"It was I who asked her to come see me. What's the problem with that?" Leighton said nonchalantly: "Also, let me remind you, this is a workplace. You're a senior leader, yet you're causing such a disturbance. What kind of example are you setting?"

Dante and Jena's faces showed discomfort at being scolded by Leighton.

"I don't want to see any more loud arguments in the office. If this happens again, you two will have to move out of the senior management office." Leighton said sternly.

Then, Leighton smiled and turned to Dulcie.

"You must be Dulcie, right? I saw your jewelry design idea yesterday, and it's excellent." Leighton said: "Come to my office, let's discuss your design in more detail."

"Thank you, Chairman Joe." Dulcie replied seriously.

Leighton then turned and walked back into his office, followed by Dulcie and Theophilus.

"Hmph." Jena coldly huffed as she watched Dulcie and Theophilus, her face filled with extreme resentment.

"Just luck like a dog's, such trash as her, and her jewelry design caught Chairman Joe's attention?"

"Ah, Joe's background isn’t in jewelry design. How could he understand what constitutes a good jewelry design? Picking up dog poop thinking it's a precious gem." Dante muttered under his breath.

The two were taken aback that Chairman Joe had come to Dulcie's rescue, putting them in a difficult position.

Just moments ago, they had mocked Dulcie as worthless, and in the blink of an eye, she had gained the favor of Chairman Joe. This left many of the corporation's senior managers feeling embarrassed.

"Sister Jena, someone like Dulcie will only be given a position as a junior design intern by Chairman Joe." a senior manager from the Miller family said sycophantically: "After all, Dulcie's fate will still be under your control, to follow your commands."

"That’s right, Sister Jena, you’re the head designer of the company. When the time comes, you can leisurely teach Dulcie what it truly means to be a jewelry designer." a department head added.

"Ah, dreaming of making a name in the company through jewelry design. Wait till she joins the design department, I’ll teach her a lesson." Jena said with a sneer.

She is the deputy director of the design department of the company, the lead designer, and absolutely has the right to instruct her subordinates in the field of jewelry design.

Dulcie, hoping to stand out in the company with her jewelry design skills? Ha, what wishful thinking.