Chapter 196


    Chapter 196 Only an Idiot Wouldn’t Take the Chance


    A man in his forties stepped out of the car, his square face exuding an air of dignity. He was dressed


    modestly, but around his neck sat a precious Blue Tiger’s Eye ne.


    Ava recognized the man before her, and her whole being surged with excitement. He was the tycoon


    who controlled the entertainment industry, having established multiple film and televisionpanies.


    Many of today’s hottest celebrities were nurtured under hispany’s guidance.


    However, he seldom appeared in public. Why would such a prominent figure visit such an obscure


    ce?


    As Calvinid eyes on Ava for the first time, a hint of dissatisfaction flickered across his face.


    Involuntarily, hepared her to his daughter,menting that she had not inherited Luciana’s favorable


    genes. Despite his initial disappointment, Calvin’s expression softened considerably as he thought


    about the fact that this girl shared Luciana’s blood.


    “What’s your name?” he asked gently, his gaze filled with warmth.


    “Mr. Calvin, I’m sorry for what I did just now. I’llpensate for the repair costs,” Ava replied, feeling a


    bit fearful and hesitant to reveal her name.


    “No need to worry aboutpensation. Our meeting was destined. Please tell me your name. You


    remind me of someone I once knew,” Calvin reassured her.


    “I’m Ava Johnson…”


    Calvin’s heart brimmed with joy. He was certain that the girl standing before him was Luciana’s


    daughter. He also recalled that Luciana’s useless husband was one of the Johnsons.


    Having missed the chance to take care of Luciana in the first half of his life, he was determined to


    protect her daughter in the second half.


    Realizing that although their first encounter was pretty


    abrupt, Calvin still spoke from the depths of his affection. ” Ava, I feel a connection between us. Would


    you be willing to be my goddaughter?”


    *


    Chloe had a rough night. She was scared and engaged in a silent war with Joseph. She did not have a


    good night’s sleep, and she ended up dozing off with her head resting on the desk during lunch break.


    Ellie nced at Chloe, her cheekbones slightly elevated as a smug expression crossed her face. As


    though she had emerged victorious, she casually skimmed through the documents. Chloe had handed


    her before walking toward Chloe with exaggerated movements, intentionally creating a loud noise.


    Startled by the noise, Chloe lifted her head expressionlessly and nced at Ellie before going back to


    sleep. Ellie’s pride took a hit as she sensed herself being ignored. In an attempt to regain attention, she


    forcefully mmed the folder onto the table, expressing her dissatisfaction. “Take a look at how you’ve


    written the project proposal. There are several inuracies. Fortunately, I discovered them in time.”


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    Without lifting her head, Chloe replied impatiently, “I double- checked it, and there are no mistakes.”


    Unyielding, Ellie persisted, “Are there no mistakes because you said so? Who do you think you are?


    Have you forgotten that it was your negligence that caused Mr. Joseph’s injuryst time? Do you want


    to make another mistake?”


    Chloe took a deep breath. She knew Ellie was trying to cause trouble but she suppressed her


    frustration, got up, and carefully read through the documents from beginning to end once again. “There


    are no mistakes. The one who’s wrong is you,” she reaffirmed.


    “Hah! I’ll go and discuss this with Mr. Joseph!” Ellie snatched the folder and hurried away.


    A colleague nearby remarked skeptically, “Why do I feel like Ellie wants to take credit for your work?”


    “As long as Joseph isn’t blind, he won’t fall for it,” Chloe replied, leaving her colleague looking


    bewildered.


    Surprised, the colleague asked, “Why do you talk about Mr. Joseph like that? Do you dislike him?”


    Chloe paused for a moment before responding, “No, I don’t…”


    “Well, then you shouldn’t speak ill of him like that in the future. It mighte across as impolite.”


    “Okay…”


    Ten minutester, Ellie returned triumphantly, holding a thick stack of money in her hands. “I’m treating


    everyone to coffee this afternoon!” she announced.


    Fairlight had clear guidelines when it came to rewards and punishments. Employees with good


    performance received bonuses, and they were always given in the form of money.


    Judging from the thickness of the stack in Ellie’s hand, it was roughly 3 thousand dors.


    “Ellie, did Mr. Joseph give you 3 thousand dors as a bonus? That wad looks so thick.”


    “Yes, yes. It’s stacked!”


    Shaking her head, Ellie yfully extended two fingers at them.


    “Wow, apart from quarterly and annual bonuses, the only other person in our department who has


    received a bonus of 3 thousand was Ms. Wendy. It seems that Mr. Joseph highly values you, Ellie.”


    Ellie smirked coyly and said, “Mr. Joseph is very satisfied with my revisions. He even personally told


    me to keep up the good work.”


    “Wow! Congrattions on earning his appreciation. Don’t forget about us when you achieve great


    sess,” eximed her colleagues, showering her withpliments and fueling her immense


    satisfaction.


    However, not everyone praised her blindly. There were those who stood up for Chloe, feeling it was


    unfair.


    “Chloe was the one who wrote the project proposal. Even if you made suggestions for revisions, the


    bonus should be split evenly,” someone spoke up in Chloe’s defense.


    Chloe, now wide awake, fixed her clear and sharp gaze on Ellie. “Tell me exactly what you changed.”


    Ellie stammered and mentioned a few insignificant points, but as the conversation progressed, she


    could note up with any more, so she challenged Chloe, “If you don’t believe me,


    go and confirm it with Mr. Joseph.”


    “I will!” Chloe stood up, her face disying a mix of indignation and determination.


    Just when she was about to storm off to Joseph’s office, a nearby colleague hurriedly grabbed her arm,


    speaking in a hushed voice, “Don’t act impulsively. Ellie’s intentionally provoking you. If you fall for it,


    you’ll be in trouble. Mr. Joseph is quite fierce. He might not listen to you.”


    “I know she’s trying to provoke me, but should I just let her take credit for my hard work?” Chloe


    retorted.


    The answer was no.


    While she could let it slide if no bonus were involved, the prospect of a bonus motivated her to fight.


    After all, turning down the opportunity would be foolish. She would rather


    endure Joseph’s scolding than let Ellie take advantage of her efforts.