Chapter 1831 The Mysterious Figure


    Though Be was exceptional, she never saw Elisa as a peer; instead, she regarded her as an


    admirable role model. Receiving Elisa''s praise brought genuine happiness to Be, though she kept


    her emotions well hidden.


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    Elisa patted Be''s shoulder,mending her, "Well done. Now, go back to work. You need to adapt


    quickly to your new position. Gareth and I will help you with moving on Friday night."


    Be nodded, epting the n without hesitation.


    News of the recent incident had reached their grandmother''s ears, and being the caring and concerned


    elderly woman she is, she insisted that Be move into the family''s manor for her safety and well-


    being.


    Feeling obligated and having no reason to refuse, Be agreed to the arrangement.


    "Will you and Gareth join us for dinner at the manor on Friday?" Be inquired, looking at Elisa.


    Elisa nodded while offering advice, "Don''t dwell on the matter too much for now. Focus on your work,


    and we''ll talk a bit after office hours on Friday."


    Grateful for Elisa''s understanding and guidance, Be nodded appreciatively and returned to her office


    to resume work.


    Outside thepany, Rochelle endured the stares andments from passersby as she drove back


    to the luxurious vi Paul had purchased for her. She remained confined to the opulent house for


    several consecutive days, consumed by her resentment and bitterness.


    Initially, Paul tried to console Rochelle, promising to seek revenge on Elisa and Be for her sake.


    However, as Rochelle''s behavior turned increasingly vengeful and she neglected her appearance and


    self-care, Paul started withdrawing from her.


    His attraction to her had been fueled by her youth, beauty, and the benefits she provided to his career.


    Now, with her downfall, the spark of their rtionship had faded.


    Rochelle''s days were consumed by bitterness and resentment as she drowned her sorrows in alcohol


    and vented her anger through bitterints. She felt abandoned and betrayed, leading to a


    downward spiral of negativity and self-destructive behavior.


    Seated by the French window, Rochelle was surrounded by bottles of wine and beer, drowning herself


    in intoxication.


    Her tears mingled with curses aimed at Elisa and Be as she wished for their demise. She extended


    her fury to all men, dering that none were worthy of trust.


    Amidst her drunken haze, an unfamiliar voice reached her through a phone call, promising to help her


    deal with Be.


    Rochelle opened the window and felt the cold breeze clear her mind. Cautiously, she inquired about the


    caller''s identity, "Who are you? Why do you want to help me, and why should I trust you?"


    Despite her caution, the person on the other end detected Rochelle''s suppressed excitement. They


    were well aware of her intense hatred for Be, which pleased them greatly. A foolish and vengeful


    woman filled with immense hatred was the perfect pawn for their ns.


    The person on the phone smirked, "You don''t need to care about my identity. Just know that we have a


    common enemy. If you want to get back at Be, you''ll have to listen to me."


    Rochelle snorted coldly, "Why should I trust you?"


    The voice replied confidently, "In the next few days, many capable employees working under Be will


    be poached. Then you can decide if I have the ability to cooperate with you or not."


    After saying that, the caller abruptly ended the call, leaving Rochelle with a mixture of both excitement


    and apprehension.


    In the following days, Rochelle observed the unfolding situation with Be and attempted to investigate


    the phone number. It seemed tampered with, and the IP address indicated it was from abroad. Yet, true


    to the caller''s words, Be encountered a series of valuable employees being poached.


    This development both excited and fueled Rochelle''s desire to cooperate with the mysterious figure.


    However, no further calls came from the caller, leaving her in a puddle of uncertainty if the caller was


    just an imagination she had conjured.


    When Friday arrived, Gareth''s car appeared on time outside the building after work, ready to assist


    Be in moving.