In the Ashford Group's main building.
The atmosphere around Mr. Quinn had grown colder by the day ever since people learned of the feud between his daughter Vanessa and the heiress of the Ashford group Elena. The more favorability he had enjoyed because of Elena and Vanessa's friendship, the more rejected he felt when the two of them got into the conflict. Conversations would hush when he passed by, colleagues exchanged quick glances, and the air carried an unspoken judgment. He told himself he could endure it—he'd been with the company for years, after all—but today felt different.
As he walked through the corridor, he noticed people staring more openly, some even whispering behind cupped hands. Their eyes weren't just curious anymore; they carried disdain, even disgust. His brows furrowed in confusion. What had happened now?
