Rebirth of the Deadly Beauty

The receptionist sneered, "Oh, you're here to see our general manager? He's a very busy man. He's not going to see you unless you've got an appointment!"

"I'm a representative from Henderson Group," Yolanda said, pulling out Harold's business card and a project contract bearing Henderson Group's seal. She had slipped this contract out of his briefcase earlier that morning while he wasn't looking.

"Henderson Group?" The receptionist accepted the card and contract and eyed them skeptically.

While she couldn't spot anything amiss, she found it hard to believe that Henderson Group would send someone so young and shabby-looking to negotiate a deal.

The receptionist gazed at her apathetically. "I had no idea Henderson Group hired children."

"I'm Yolanda Henderson, daughter of Henderson Group's president. I'm here to see your general manager on behalf of my father, and I have something for him that he'll find very interesting."

The receptionist looked Yolanda up and down again, her doubt evident. She still couldn't believe that the daughter of a listed company's president would dress so plainly. Even though she had her doubts, she decided to call the general manager's office since the contract seemed legitimate.

After a moment, she set down the phone and told Yolanda, "Mr. Rowse's office is on the 15th floor; you can just take the elevator up on your own." This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Had it been another guest, the receptionist would've offered to escort them. However, Yolanda's unassuming appearance and attire did not suggest she was from an affluent family, so even though she claimed to be the daughter of Henderson Group's president, the receptionist didn't take her seriously.

Yolanda didn't let the receptionist's attitude bother her. She simply took the elevator to the 15th floor and found Blake's office at the end of the corridor. Pushing open the door, she was met with the sight of a man in a suit, smoking a cigarette and lounging with his feet up on the desk.

It was worth noting that Blake's rise to the position of general manager at Doxcon Group was largely due to his connections in the underworld. His extensive network helped him manage various factions in Dowonair when the group was developing projects, resolving numerous issues along the way.

Blake heard the door creak open, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and stubbed it out in the ashtray. He narrowed his eyes as he assessed Yolanda. "So, you're Harold Henderson's daughter?"

Yolanda shut the door and walked purposefully to the desk. "That's right. I'm here to strike a deal with you."

"A deal?" Blake scoffed. "What could you possibly offer me?"

He regarded Yolanda as nothing more than an unworldly high school student. He had already turned Harold down the day before and had no intention of handing the project over to the Henderson family. He had only let her up to warn her to stop pestering him.

"I've gone through the other company's proposal, and I have a few questions," she said, pulling out a large stack of documents.