“Remember, our endgame is to oust her from thepany,” Rosie’s voice asserted, a touch of


    deliberation in her tone.


    Emerie hesitated, her voice edged with caution.


    “But she’s the president’s wife, and her connections run deep. I’m a bit wary of ruffling her husband’s


    feathers.”


    “What difference does it make that she carries the title of the president’s wife? Let’s contrive a strategy


    to divest her of that role. How does that strike you?”


    Rosie proposed, the gears of her contemtion having spun for a while now.


    The title president’s wife was a mantle that both vexed and scared her.


    If only she could rupture the bond between Millie and Marcus, everything would fall into ce


    seamlessly.


    Emerie’s incredulity soared. Was Rosie delving into the realm of madness?


    “Rosie, are you suggesting…?”


    Rosie cut in, determinationcing her words, “Men are driven by primal urges; women, by intuition and


    skepticism. No matter how strong a rapport seems, if the foundation of matrimony cracks, so will the


    entire edifice.


    Especially for someone as arrogant as Millie, infidelity is an inconceivable breach.”


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    Emerie’s gut churned; she had a premonition of where Rosie’s scheme was headed.


    “But the president is renowned for his indifference to dalliances. In thepany all women’s eyes are


    on him, but he never gives them a glimpse,”


    Emerie retorted.


    Rosie’s gaze held unshakable certainty. “Believe me, there’s no man impervious to the allure of


    women.” Confidence emboldened her deration.


    “Are you implying you’ll personally entice Mr. Thomas?”


    Emerie’s gaze skimmed over Rosie’s figure—a woman who put effort into preserving her appearance,


    but she couldn’tpare those younger ones in their twenties.


    A sidelong nce met Emerie’s inquiry, and Rosie’s swift response was,


    “Certainly not me. I’ll be meticulous in my selection—a young woman, thoughtfully chosen.”


    With a nod, Emerie processed this n. Just as she was about to leave, curiosity brimming, she


    paused to inquire, “Rosie, was it you who leaked Millie and Mr. Bruce’s photos online yesterday?”


    A confession followed, “Yes, indeed. But it yielded no results. Millie disembarked from the president’s


    car today, smiling. It seems our little exposé didn’t put a dent in their rtionship.”


    Emerie’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. Rosie’s audacity bordered on


    recklessness. The Thomas Group’s Inte Department was teeming with adept minds; even


    anonymous posts wouldn’t evade detection.


    Sensing Emerie’s astonishment, Rosie rified, her tone tinged with assurance.