My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Who Made Our Little Girl Angry?

"I’ve worked with Miller for half my life. I can’t just abandon him at a critical moment. Don’t give me that nonsense about ditching my conscience for money—I’m not that kind of person. Don’t bother me again."

As he was about to hang up, Mr. Jordan quickly stopped him.

"Hold on, don’t be so hasty. I never said you had to abandon Miller. Listen to yourself!"

"I don’t have to abandon Miller? What do you mean?"

Mr. Jordan said, "I know you’re a man of principle, and it’s hard to sever a lifelong friendship with Miller. I never intended for you to do that."

"My company went under, so didn’t I come running to the Vaughn Group? Miller can do the same. He’s run a company his whole life—isn’t the ultimate goal to make money? If he joins the Vaughn Group too, he can definitely make a comeback."

"How about this? I’ll set something up. Tonight, the three of us—you, me, and Miller—can sit down and have a proper talk. You two bring your tech and equipment and join me. We can build something big and powerful together, what do you say?"

This time, his words truly struck a chord with Mr. Lee.

After another moment of hesitation, he said, "I’m just a tech guy; I don’t get involved in the other stuff. As long as I don’t have to part ways with Miller or betray my principles, I’m fine with anything. You should go discuss it with Miller."

"That’s a relief to hear." Mr. Jordan beamed. "I’ll call Miller right now. Make sure you keep your evening free!"

After hanging up, Mr. Jordan was absolutely ecstatic.

"Ah, young lady, thank goodness I ran into you today! My problem has taken a major turn for the better! I’ve got to go make some arrangements. Thank you! You get back to what you were doing. When this is all settled, I’ll give you a big red envelope!"

Seeing how happy Mr. Jordan was, Cecelia felt happy too.

’If only I could join Mr. Jordan’s company. Working under such an open-minded and kind leader would be much more interesting than being at Triton.’

The next day, Cecelia went to work as usual. Less than half an hour after her shift started, Mr. Jordan came looking for her again, beaming.

"Young lady, it’s done! I had a long night of drinking with Miller and Lee, and the two old friends are ready to come join me. We’re getting things ready today and signing the contracts this afternoon."

"You played a huge part in this. Here, here, this is the big red envelope I promised you yesterday. Take it."

With that, he stuffed a red envelope into Cecelia’s hand.

Cecelia gave it a squeeze. ’It’s so thick! This has to be at least ten thousand!’

"No, no, please, Mr. Jordan. It was an honor to help you. I couldn’t possibly take your money. This is really too much."

Mr. Jordan said, "Hey, you’re not my employee; you have no obligation to give me advice. You deserve credit where credit is due, so don’t be shy. Take it. I like smart and bold young people like you. I might even need your help again in the future, so don’t be a stranger!" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Cecelia wasn’t just being polite; she felt that one shouldn’t ruin someone’s good impression for such a small gain, so she insisted on refusing.

"Now you’re really making me feel ashamed. What I did was nothing, really. Besides, I’d love nothing more than to be your subordinate and give you advice every day. Just consider it me repaying the favor of you signing that contract for me last time. I really can’t take this money."

Seeing her firm refusal, Mr. Jordan’s appreciation for her grew even more.

"Alright then, young lady. I’ll remember the favor you did for me. In the future, if you decide you don’t want to work at Triton anymore and want to come to our company, you can come find me anytime."

Cecelia was ecstatic internally, but she suppressed it on the surface. "Thank you, Mr. Jordan."

That afternoon, the contracts were signed without a hitch. Mr. Jordan went to report back to Damien Vaughn.

Damien Vaughn hadn’t expected that while he had only intended to recruit Mr. Lee, he had ended up acquiring the experienced Miller as well. This would be a huge boost for his future expansion into the precision parts industry.

"Didn’t you say you had no ideas when we spoke on the phone yesterday? How did things suddenly progress so quickly?"

Faced with his teasing, Mr. Jordan didn’t hide anything and recounted how Cecelia had given him the idea.

Damien Vaughn couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. ’Cecelia was the one who gave him the idea?’

’She’s a complete mess when it comes to her own affairs, but she actually has a brain when it comes to handling others’!’

Cecelia was still busy at the construction site. That afternoon, her manager suddenly called.

"Cecelia, stop hanging around over there and get back here. Ever since we lost the Wellspring contract, the boss has been in a foul mood. He keeps coming by the sales department every other day, and when he sees you’re not at your desk, he gives me a huge earful. If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to lose my job. Hurry up."

’Psycho!’

’I’ve never seen such a petty boss!’

’He rushes to the front to steal employees’ credit when there’s a profit to be made, but when a contract is lost, he takes his anger out on them. How can someone so disgusting exist?’

’What does he expect to happen when I go back? Does he actually want me to go and get the Wellspring contract back?’

Cecelia was seething with anger as she listened, but her superior had given an order, so she had no choice but to go back.

The moment she got back to the office, Vivian Mason slammed a stack of documents onto her desk.

"What kind of work ethic is this? You take a long leave of absence without saying a word, leaving all this stuff to pile up for us. It’s killing me! I’m on vacation tomorrow, so you can take this and do it. So annoying!"

Cecelia didn’t rush to look at the documents. Instead, she looked at Vivian Mason with a stunned expression.

"Leave of absence? Who told you I was on leave?"

"If you weren’t on leave, what were you doing? Don’t tell me you were out drumming up business? Gone for so many days, you must have signed several big deals, right? Who’d you sign with? Why don’t you bring them out and share with everyone!"

Cecelia sensed something was fishy. Ignoring Vivian Mason, she strode to the manager’s office. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Manager, did you tell Vivian Mason and the boss that I’ve been on leave for the past few days?"

The manager stood up from behind his desk with a fake smile.

"I already told you, we lost the Wellspring deal and the boss is in a foul mood."

"Think about it. I moved a salesperson like you to that kind of position. If I told him the truth right now, wouldn’t that be suicide? Not only would they suspect me of favoritism, but they might even think the two of us... What can we do? We’re just employees. It’s only a few days’ wages, not that much. Just bear with it."

"Here, enough talk. Just fill out a leave request form."

Cecelia had truly had enough of this cowardly and cunning manager.

He’d sent her to that filthy, exhausting post for eight days—long enough for her skin to nearly peel off from the sun—and in the end, he was actually telling her to retroactively file for leave?!

BANG! Furious, she kicked a chair.

Before the manager could react, Vivian Mason, who had been eavesdropping at the door the whole time, rushed in.

"Cecelia! Openly defying a superior! Getting physical with a manager? You’re fired!"

"Pack your things and get out, right now! This month’s salary is forfeit!"

Mr. Lee and Miller, who had some free time, were being led on a tour of the construction site by Mr. Jordan. Just as they reached the spot where Cecelia usually worked, they ran smack into her as she stormed past.

It was the first time Mr. Jordan had ever seen her angry, and her intensely serious expression startled him.

"Whoa, who made our young lady so angry? What’s with all the fireworks?"