Elara Don was in a mess.
She ruffled her hair, shut down the computer, and leaned back in her chair, exhaling deeply.
Everything was her speculation.
Maybe it was just a coincidence.
Right now, she just wanted to know where her other child was.
After spacing out for a while, Elara stood up and went to the children's room, quietly approaching the little bed.
The little one was already asleep.
His chiseled little face had a faint rosy hue, and his two small hands were placed obediently on his chest.
He had a perfect sleeping posture.
Sigh!
The little one had really surprised her over the past couple of days.
How did he suddenly become so well-behaved?
Even his sleeping posture is different!
She remembered that the little guy used to sleep very restlessly!
Elara smiled and leaned slightly, planting a kiss on the little one's face.
Lingering on his peaceful sleeping face, Damon Hawke's face suddenly flashed in her mind.
How did she feel that her son looked more and more like Damon Hawke?
This is crazy!
Why does she keep thinking of that playboy!
Elara silently scolded herself, tucked the little one in, and got up to leave.
Fairlight Manor.
Harry Soo hugged a small blanket, rubbing his sore little hands, pouting with grievance.
The wicked tyrant insisted he write a 1000-word reflection.
He spent all day writing, his hand almost broke, yet he couldn't finish!
Luckily, the butler secretly delivered some delicious food to him, saving him from being tormented to death!
Sob sob!
He missed Mommy so much!
Wanted to go home so badly!
No, he must think of a way to escape this cage!
...
The next day.
"Bea, Mommy has to go to work! The prepared dishes are in the fridge; if you get hungry, just heat them up."
Elara Don reminded her son as she changed shoes.
Dominic Hawke nodded obediently, "Don't worry, Mommy, I'll wait for you at home."
He loved this kind of life.
Seeing Aunt Charlotte every day and getting a loving kiss from her.
"My little Bea is getting more and more well-behaved! Let Mommy give you another kiss! I'm off!"
Elara Don generously blew her little one a kiss and then left with a smile.
Dominic Hawke's little face was flushed, and his eyes sparkled.
Thinking of another little figure, he slightly lowered his eyes, curling his little fingers.
He didn't know how the real Bea was doing; he must be frantic!
Elara Don took the bus and arrived again at the Hawke Group.
Seeing the company logo shining under the sunlight, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open to enter.
The first visit was unpleasant; she hoped today's entry would go smoothly.
"Miss Charlotte?"
A man's voice came from behind.
Elara Don turned around to see Ethan Lane, and she immediately smiled.
"Good morning, Director Lane."
"Morning, morning!"
Ethan Lane had a face full of smiles, "Starting work officially today, huh?"
"Yes, and I'll be counting on your guidance, Director Lane."
"I wouldn't dare to take that on, come on, I'll take you to the tech department."
Ethan Lane warmly explained the company's general overview to Elara Don as they rode the elevator.
Hawke Group is a century-old enterprise, and in recent years, it has rapidly expanded under Damon Hawke's leadership, with a broad span of industries.
Among them, Hawke's development in the luxury goods sector is particularly outstanding.
Damon Hawke's creation of the fragrance kingdom has ranked among the top in the haute luxury market in recent years.
Hence, Damon Hawke tightly controls the luxury sector.
Elara Don listened attentively and after touring the company with Ethan Lane, they entered the technology department's product research and development unit.
By now, employees were starting to arrive.
Ethan Lane clapped his hands to introduce Elara Don.
"Everyone, you've heard, right? This is Charlotte Soo, the perfumer sent by Lionne Fragrance Group. Please cooperate with her in developing the highest quality perfumes to meet Mr. Hawke's expectations."
Upon his words, the employees in the research department began clapping in welcome.
Charlotte nodded slightly, "Hello everyone, I'm Charlotte. Please take care of me."
"Take care of you? That's not quite right! After all, you are the perfumer specially sent by our partner company. Don't hold back."
A woman's voice sounded from the crowd, laced with sarcasm.
Charlotte was slightly stunned and looked at the name tag on the woman's chest, pursing her lips.
Elara Avery, a technician in the R&D department.
Was she hostile toward her?
"Elara, speak properly."
Ethan Lane glanced at her, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Director Lane, did I say something wrong?"
Elara Avery pouted and glanced at Charlotte, "I heard she didn't graduate from a specialized course, but switched careers midway. And this kind of person is qualified to guide our Hawke's perfume R&D? She better not be hanging onto a sugar daddy, just faking it."
"Exactly! Does she think creating perfumes is like setting up a stall? Can she make one just like that?"
"Isn't that right? I heard the first day she came, Mr. Hawke sent her back. Didn't expect she'd still come to work, truly thick-skinned."
"Oh, you women say less, are you envious of her looks?"
"Wow! Defending her so soon?"
"..."
Where there are people, there will be gossip.
Listening to the gossip, Elara Don didn't get angry.
Because over the past four years, she had heard these kinds of murmurs countless times.
Later on, she silenced them with her strength.
"Shut up! Look at yourselves, do you look like a bunch of market grannies and grandpas?"
Ethan Lane glanced over everyone, annoyed, "Lionne Corporation sent Charlotte here precisely because her skills are exceptional, so learn from her!"
He then looked at Elara Don, his expression softening, leading her to her workstation.
"Charlotte, don't be upset. They don't know you and were just babbling nonsense."
Elara Don smiled, "I know, time will prove my worth, and character will reveal itself in due time. I'll speak with my strength."
"Haha, Charlotte, your broad mind wins my admiration."
"It's alright."
"..."
Seeing Ethan Lane's fawning face, Elara Avery clenched her fists, a trace of jealousy flashing in her eyes.
This Charlotte, with her seductive looks.
Last time she came, she made Ethan Lane head over heels for her.
She'll make sure she gets what's coming to her!
On her first day at work, Elara Don spent the entire morning familiarizing herself with the business.
After rubbing her sore eyes, she glanced at the empty cup and got up to head to the breakroom.
In the breakroom, a few people were gathered, drinking water and chatting during their break.
Elara Don gave them a faint smile and planned to make a cup of coffee.
"Charlotte, making coffee? Let me help you!"
Before Elara Don could react, she heard a woman's voice, and suddenly her hand was hot, as boiling water spilled down.
So hot!
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, Charlotte! Are you okay? I didn't mean to, just couldn't hold it steady. This might be a well-intentioned mistake gone wrong?"
Elara Avery pretended to apologize, but her eyes flickered with a triumphant gleam.
Elara Don only felt a burning pain in her hand, wishing she could splash boiling water back at her.
But the urgent thing now was to fetch ice for a cold compress.
"Elara, you..."
Behind her, Ethan Lane's angry voice sounded.
Immediately after, someone grabbed her arm and started pulling her out.
Elara Don looked up and saw Damon Hawke's tense jawline.
Cold and exuding a chilling aura.