Chapter 212

Chapter 212
John's love life has always been a hot topic at Smith Corporation. Jane has long gotten used to it and doesn't care what others say. She quickly got back to work.

But Anna couldn't not care.

She was so angry that she started throwing things around her office - paintbrushes, draft papers, design drawings, mouse, keyboard, calendar, decorations - she furiously swept everything onto the floor, but still couldn't calm down.

Since yesterday, she'd watched John stand up for Jane.

Watched John chase after Jane.

Heard they kissed in the parking lot.

Heard that John made the first move.

Now, John had demoted himself, dropping directly from Design Director to Deputy Director, putting himself on the same level as Mia.

And she'd also heard that just now, John and Jane were in the car together, doors closed, doing who knows what.

Anna couldn't bear to think about it anymore. This series of blows had pushed her to the edge of a breakdown. She could no longer control her emotions. Her face twisted as she teetered on the brink of collapse.

Lily had never seen her like this and was quite frightened, but she still gathered her courage to encourage her: "Ms. Watson, please don't be angry. Jane is just a shameless woman who used all kinds of tricks to seduce the CEO. He's just temporarily fooled by her, that's all. He'll come to his senses.

Besides, don't you still have Maggie's support? Maggie said you're the only future daughter-in-law she recognizes."

Anna said nothing, clenching her fist and pounding it on the desk.

What good was Maggie's approval alone?

To put it nicely, Maggie was the Madam of Smith Corporation's Chairman, and everyone outside had to show her respect.

But within the Smith Family? Nobody listened to her at all. From Grandpa Smith, Liam Smith, John Smith, down to Sammy Smith and Sophie Smith - who wanted to be close to her?

Nobody paid her any attention.

Nobody listened to what she said.

Frankly speaking, Maggie's title as Madam of Smith Corporation's Chairman was completely useless.

What's more, Maggie had been overwhelmed with her own troubles lately. She'd lost a billion dollars out of nowhere, still hadn't found it or gotten it back, and now Liam had confined her at home to study etiquette. She couldn't even leave the house.

Counting on her was impossible.

She had to figure something out herself.

Suddenly, her hateful gaze fell on the calendar on the floor.

Before long, it would be Smith Corporation's annual party.

Fine, she'd endure these few more days. At the annual party, once she and John had sex, John wouldn't be able to deny it.

Then, she'd finally turn things around.

She'd like to see how that bitch Jane would compete with her then!

The position of Smith Corporation's CEO's wife could only be hers!

When that time came, everyone who was laughing at her now - she'd deal with them one by one, clean them all out!

Just wait and see!

She thought viciously...

...

Jane still didn't know she'd become a thorn in Anna's side.

But even if she knew, it wouldn't matter. She didn't take Anna seriously at all.

Since returning from the parking lot, she'd been working wholeheartedly, completely focused.

At 6:40 PM, in the CEO's office.

Kevin reported the schedule: "Mr. Smith, at 7 PM, the CEO of Brontë Corporation has arranged to have dinner with you to discuss the land project in the west of the city. It's about time now."

"Has Jane left?" John asked without looking up.

"Not yet."

"Does she often work overtime?"

"Yes." Kevin nodded. "Except for the occasional days when the young madam doesn't come to the company, whenever she's at work, she's usually the last one to leave. All the design department employees can attest to that."

John was speechless. Although he was a workaholic himself, he never promoted overtime culture. Was it really necessary for her to work overtime every day?

After a pause, he said: "Postpone the dinner."

"Yes."

Kevin went to call Mr. Brontë.

Mr. Brontë thought it was a done deal, but suddenly there was a change. He panicked immediately and asked urgently: "Kevin, what's going on? Give me some insight. Has Mr. Smith found another option? Is our deal falling through?"

"No, don't worry."

"Then what's going on? Why postpone? There has to be a reason, right?"

"There's no reason."

"Then when will the dinner be? You have to give me a specific time, right?" What kind of situation was this - postponing a dinner without giving a specific time?

Kevin had no choice either. When our boss would keep the appointment depended on when our young madam got off work.

But Kevin couldn't say that. He reassured Mr. Brontë with a few words and hung up.

Actually, he understood clearly that because of the young madam being locked in the bathroom, the boss was now on alert. If the young madam hadn't left work, the boss wasn't comfortable leaving first either.

Fortunately, Jane didn't work much overtime today and got home around 8 PM.

Sammy had been thinking about the design exhibition all along. As soon as Jane got home, he asked eagerly: "Mommy, did you talk to Mr. Smith about the design exhibition?"

"I did."

"Yay!" Sammy jumped excitedly, looking incredibly happy.

Sophie couldn't speak, but her beautiful eyes sparkled with light, looking at Jane with bright eyes. Clearly, she was very happy too.

Looking at their excited faces, Jane didn't know what to say for a moment. John had accepted her "apology" today, but he hadn't said whether he agreed to go see the design exhibition or not.

She remembered when she mentioned the design exhibition invitation, his disdainful look that day, as if saying: Do I care about your invitation? I can get as many of those as I want.

Indeed, with his status as CEO of Smith Corporation, all kinds of invitations - people were fighting to invite him.

She didn't know whether he actually agreed to go or not.