That's what Van Doorn was thinking.
If the public opinion believes that Anna is essentially a second-generation heir who leveraged her family's reputation to rise, then the questioning against him becomes irrelevant.
As for the future of that African illustrator, whether he has been treated unjustly.
Who the hell cares?
"Honey, don't be angry, that crippled bitch from 'Oil Painting' has already paid the price."
The assistant chuckled flirtatiously, trying to please.
Being the closest to moving up among the many canaries beside Van Doorn, her emotional intelligence is quite high, "Besides, although Milan is 30% cheaper than Paris, it's of higher quality, isn't it?"
"The bitch has only herself to blame."
Van Doorn snorted, feeling somewhat comfortably agitated.
The outcome of this affair seems to have come to an end this way.
The intimidation towards 'Oil Painting' magazine went much smoother than he imagined.
