Chapter 71 Grace looked up at Jessica, her tone firm. "Jessica, don't start fights unless provoked. The moment you insulted me in front of everyone, you should've known this consequence was inevitable. Go ahead and threaten me all you want, but let's see if you even have the means to follow through. Considering the current situation, what company would hire you? And not to mention your substantial debts, do you remember those?" Jessica turned pale.

She had taken out a significant loan to buy a car worth seven figures just to impress Peter, and her monthly payment was a staggering four thousand dollars. Without a job, she was in deep trouble. "I'll kill you!" Jessica yelled at Grace. Grace slapped her. Jessica staggered back, clutching her face in shock. She hadn't expected Grace to actually strike her. Grace effortlessly freed her wrist from Jessica's grip.

"You still fail to acknowledge your wrongdoing, so there's no point in wasting my breath. Take care." Jessica's eyes burned red, her body trembling with anger. In the department, witnessing Grace slap Jessica, everyone instinctively looked away. They had always underestimated Grace, considering her nothing more than a pretty face following Yancey around. But now, seeing this side of her, they were terrified. No one dared to gossip about her in the group chat anymore.

Grace welcomed the change in attitude, as she had never sought their approval. It was even better if they chose to keep their distance. Shortly after Jessica's dismissal, with her managerial position suddenly vacant, a power struggle began within the department. Grace had only been there for two weeks and had no interest in participating. Yancey, perhaps to provoke her, took over the manager role the very next day, setting up a potential confrontation.

Arriving at work the next morning, Grace intended to confront Yancey, only to find he was absent. Despite the evident displeasure among her colleagues, none dared to speak against her, given her newfound support. Taking a deep breath, Grace unblocked Yancey's number and called him. "Where are you?" Yancey had promoted her deliberately to witness her challenges while the department turned against her. Seeing Grace's name on his phone, he smirked. "Well, well, Grace.

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Look who finally unblocked me. I never thought I'd see the day," Yancey teased. Grace felt a headache coming on. "Yancey, do you find this amusing?" "Obviously. Watching you struggle and then calling me makes it even more entertaining," he replied. Grace found him unbearable before, but now he was simply repugnant. Ignoring Yancey, Grace headed straight to the CEO's office on the top floor, only to discover Ethan was in a meeting.

Fortunately, Tim, the receptionist, was more welcoming this time and allowed her to wait inside. Two hours later, Ethan returned, seemingly aware of her purpose. As he sat down at his desk, Ethan stated, "You can join the team on this floor." There were positions on this floor that suited her. Despite her initial discomfort around Ethan, she accepted the offer. "Thank you, Mr.

Henderson," Grace replied flatly before adding, "How about I cook you dinner?" As soon as the words left her mouth, regret washed over her. Things with Ethan already felt strange enough. Seated behind his desk, Ethan responded, "I don't feel like eating out." "Then come over to my place. I'm actually a decent cook," Grace blurted, feeling a mix of anxiety and embarrassment. Ethan's expression shifted, his face flushing slightly as if he suspected an ulterior motive.

"I'll come." Grace realized she had spoken too hastily. While she could cook, would someone like him really want to visit an employee's home? Before she could retract her offer, Ethan inquired, "What's on the menu?" "I don't enjoy overpowering flavors," she admitted. He nodded, seeming somewhat pleased with her response. "When are you free?" he asked. Grace had no reason to decline, so she began making plans, still lost in thought when she returned to her desk.

Her mood lifted upon noticing the official transfer notice. Finally, she was free from that walking disaster, Yancey. Amid jotting down a few simple dishes, all much lighter than she typically enjoyed, a realization struck her. Perhaps she had more pride than she had previously acknowledged.