Half an hour later, Elsa rushed into the conference room, panting heavily. Seeing that I was the only one there, she looked shocked. "Didn't Dad want to talk to me?"
I rolled my eyes. "If I had said I wanted to talk to you, would you have come this quickly?"
Hearing my words, Elsa immediately became suspicious. "What do you mean, Jane?"
I smiled and said, "It's nothing. I just have a few things I want to ask you."
She instinctively pulled out her phone, likely to contact Jack.
I gently stopped her. "No need to contact him. I've already sent him away. Even if you jump out of here, he won't be coming back. Sit down. Let's have a proper conversation."
Elsa's expression grew even more cautious. She didn't sit down but instead stood by the door. "What do you want to talk about?"
Seeing she wouldn't sit down, I didn't push it. "I just want to ask, why did you tell Jack that I'm trying to harm Brown Group?"
Elsa held her head high and said, "Jane, you're falsely accusing me. I never said anything like that. I only told Jack what I knew, and he made his conclusion on his own."
I scoffed. "So, you mean he's so dumb that he'll believe whatever you say without question?"
I stood up from my seat and walked toward her.
Seeing the nervous look on her face, I grinned. "Let me guess, it was your idea to make me look bad on the project, wasn't it?"
Elsa's face turned pale, and she fidgeted as if she had been caught red-handed. But she still stubbornly refused to admit it. "Why would you say that?"
I had already expected Elsa's attitude, so it didn't surprise me. I explained slowly, "Jack may not have much sense, but he knows what's important. Without you egging him on, he would never have done something that almost embarrassed Brown Group."
The moment he finished speaking, I saw Elsa's fearful expression vanish, replaced by a look of smug satisfaction.
I rubbed my temples, feeling a wave of helplessness.
After a while, I looked back up at Jack, whose eyes were full of complicated emotions. I coldly said, "Jack, if you ever die, it'll be because of your idiocy. You charge ahead in battle while she stands behind you, pointing out how things should be done. Is this what you want to see?
"When anything goes wrong, you're the one taking the blame while she quietly steps aside. And if something goes right, you'll bring her out and give her a large share of credit. Are you sure you're not being used by her? Are you sure you haven't been brainwashed?"
As I spoke, I saw Jack's expression shift. His eyes were filled with doubt and shock.
But in the end, he stepped in front of Elsa and glared at me with hostility.
I was too exhausted to argue with them anymore. Letting out a deep sigh, I turned and walked out the door.
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