When Average Meets Ambition

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company.

When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.'

Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby.

"It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens."

While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me.

She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad.

"You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you."

However, little did she know that everything I had was real.

Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

Getting Assaulted

"Dad, don't worry. I will take a taxi and go to the company to see you as soon as I land."

The five years spent while pursuing my master's degree in Descensio were the most unforgettable moments in my life. Still, I finally graduated and returned home.

I couldn't help but feel psyched as I looked at the eighty-eight-floor high Sullivan Group building, which my dad had established for me.

Thus, I took out my mobile phone, took a picture, tagged my location, and posted it on my Instagram story. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.'

As soon as I walked into the lobby, a man suddenly called out to me, "Noelle!"

I immediately turned around and looked at the man. Although his face appeared slightly familiar, I couldn't remember who he was. "Who are you?"

His face was stone cold as he spoke in an unfriendly tone, "My, my, I didn't expect you to end up in such an awful state. Why do you still act like you don't know me when you are specifically here to find me? No man will fancy a woman who gets carried away with the game of playing hard to get."

As he spoke, he raised his head and confidently flipped his bangs.

When that familiar gesture clicked in my head, I instantly recalled who he was. "Marcus Lane?"

Marcus, a male classmate from high school, who used to harass me. Since I had no good memory of him, I twitched my lips, smiled politely