Chapter 306 There Is No Place for Me in the FitzRoy Group

Chapter 306 There Is No Place for Me in the FitzRoy Group

A flash of astonishment crossed Finnian's face.

Before coming, he'd investigated Everard's background. Naturally, he knew about his romantic, carefree lifestyle and countless women.

But he'd never heard of anyone Everard particularly valued.

Even Elowen was just casually protected. But today...

His mind calculated while his face maintained an anxious expression. "A misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Sophia seemed frightened at the time, so William stepped forward to help. Maybe he used too much force. I'm willing to apologize to Ms. Seymour."

Finnian described the situation in the simplest way, without any spin.

Before Elowen could speak, he smiled at her. "Ms. Seymour, he was too hasty just now. Are you alright? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Clearly trying to move past the incident.

Elowen wasn't targeting them, so naturally she didn't want to make things difficult.

Seeing Sophia emerge, she immediately tugged Everard's sleeve.

"Everard, Ms. Percy and I have had some friction at the company. I just wanted to talk to her properly. I didn't mean to get physical."

Elowen's pitiful appearance would surely melt the heart of anyone who cared for her, wouldn't it?

Sophia watched coldly without speaking.

Seeing her attitude, Elowen frowned. "Ms. Percy, what's that supposed to mean? Are you trying to say I was about to attack you?"

Sophia saw through it. Elowen wanted to use Everard's backing to pressure her into admitting there'd been no attempted attack.

After all, both Finnian and William needed Everard's favor now. Naturally, they wouldn't contradict her.

More importantly, who knew the truth of what happened better than the two of them?

Sophia's lips curved in a faint smile. "Whatever Ms. Seymour says must be right."

"What kind of attitude is that?"

Elowen wasn't the two-faced type. She couldn't fake weakness.

Besides, her pride from being spoiled since childhood was bone-deep. Provoked like this, anger flashed across her face.

"I've already lowered myself to you. What more do you want?"

Sophia replied, "Ms. Seymour, isn't my attitude clear enough? Whatever you say is correct. I won't contradict you."

On the surface, it showed submission. But who couldn't detect something wrong underneath?

Everard's eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to speak, Lancelot emerged in fresh clothes.

He naturally stood behind Sophia, becoming her support.

"So you had a conflict downstairs, and Mr. Howard stepped in to help?"

After Lancelot's repeated "favoritism," seeing them stand together triggered Elowen's emotions.

The composure she'd just built crumbled again.

"So you believe everything she says and nothing I say!"

"Just now downstairs, I didn't even touch her before William rushed over!"

Elowen pointed at William and suddenly laughed. "They're divorced, but he still cares about her this much. Do you really believe there are no feelings between them?"

"Twelve years together—how could they cut ties so easily?"

A shadow crossed Lancelot's handsome face.

But he didn't acknowledge Elowen. Instead, he looked down at Sophia. "I'll take you out of here."

Leave?

When she'd arrived, she truly hadn't wanted to come.

But now, why should she be the one to leave?

Sophia smiled, meeting Elowen's eyes directly. "At the company, Ms. Seymour pretends not to see anything, doesn't manage anything. But the moment we leave the office, she can see everything, hear everything. Truly, no one enjoys work."

"You!"

That Elowen was inferior to Sophia at work was indisputable.

But having Sophia state it so bluntly was too much.

Elowen's fair face instantly flushed red and pale in turns. Her anger was obvious, her hands clenched tightly at her sides.

"Elowen was raised with love. Being a bit weak at work doesn't matter—she can just go home and inherit wealth."

"Besides, a beautiful woman—plenty of men want to marry her and spoil her. No need to fight so hard in her career."

Amusement laced Everard's voice. It sounded mostly teasing.

But everyone here was sharp. Who couldn't hear his deeper meaning—

Elowen and Sophia came from different backgrounds. The effort required of them wasn't the same.

What others thought, Sophia didn't know. But she felt a needle-sharp pain in her heart.

Sophia had never cared about others' words. After all, mouths belonged to other people. But hearing Everard say this now, she felt genuinely hurt.

Her earlier competitive spirit dissipated by half.

Besides, they had over twenty years of friendship. Why should her appearance break that?

They'd only met twice. She was overthinking.

Sophia smiled, though her eyes dimmed. "Yes, Ms. Seymour was born privileged. She really doesn't need to fight like us small people."

She lowered her eyes to hide her emotions. Behind her, Lancelot spoke. "In that case, Ms. Seymour might as well go home and give her position to someone who needs it more."

Elowen fell silent.

Everard fell silent.

Everyone fell silent.

Even Sophia was stunned for a few seconds.

Lancelot truly didn't indulge anyone—his specialty was attacking everyone equally.

The key was, this statement really put Elowen in an impossible position while disrespecting Everard's face.

Sophia turned to look at him, meeting those eyes dark as ink.

Lancelot naturally reached up to ruffle her hair, his voice calm, addressing Elowen. "I expect to see your resignation letter tomorrow. That's not difficult, is it?"

Elowen had joined the Clifford Group to get close to Lancelot.

Now, without achieving her goal, she was being kicked out. How could she accept it?

"Lancelot, I haven't made any mistakes. You're firing me over a few words?"

Dissatisfaction filled Elowen's face. Her gaze at Sophia practically wanted to bore holes through her.

Lancelot said, "Not fully committed to work, thinking you have a fallback. But unwilling to resign either. Ms. Seymour, the Clifford Group isn't your playground."

Elowen bit her lip hard, looking at Everard.

Everard still wore that slightly rakish smile. Combined with his outfit, he looked thoroughly devil-may-care.

And his words were even more unreliable.

"Resign then, Elowen. You don't need to worry about next month's rent and utilities."

"Besides, even if you resign, you're still the Seymour family's heiress."

"Whether the Clifford Group or the Clifford family—aren't they places you can visit anytime?"

The words might be true, but as the person being kicked out, how could Elowen's feelings be the same?

Besides, Elowen clearly sensed Lancelot's dislike for her now. After resigning, how could she possibly have opportunities to see him regularly?

And Elowen had joined the Clifford Group wanting him to see her capabilities!

Sophia's appearance had disrupted all her plans.

She absolutely couldn't leave like this!

Disregarding how Everard had been defending her, she spoke up. "Everard, you don't participate in company affairs. You don't understand how important a career is."

"So Elowen thinks I have no ambition? After all, there's no place for me at FitzRoy Group."