Chapter 24 Turn Someone's Trick to One's Own Use
In the Ainol Group, the 23-floor building towered into the clouds.
Standing in front of the open door, Wendy Cassia looked at the three guards in front of her, with no expression on her face.
"Miss Cassia, it's not that we don't allow you to go in. It's just that our boss has issued a strict order that no one of Wellington Group is allowed to enter."
It seemed that Ainol was determined to be against Wellington.
Wendy Cassia thought to herself. When she was about to say something, the door of Ainol slowly opened.
It was a high-end customized suit, high-quality leather shoes, shiny oil head and exquisite cuff link. Wasn't this the CEO of Ainol?
With a faint smile on her face, Wendy Cassia moved her feet slightly to one side.
She was dressed in a neat suit, which set off her graceful figure. Her delicate face was like a porcelain doll. Even if she didn't speak, it was enough to attract attention. Her red lips were particularly eye-catching in the sunshine.
As soon as she turned her head slightly, Ryan Sheeran, boss of Ainol, noticed this charming woman at once. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her up and down. "Who's this?"
"Wendy Cassia, the chief designer of the Wellington Group."
In the past few days, Franti Cassia had come here many times. Ryan Sheeran had already been in a daze because of the trouble. So when someone mentioned to the Wellington Group, the doorman had to prepare for a long time.
Sure enough, when Ryan Sheeran heard the word 'Wellington', his face suddenly became gloomy. He withdrew his sight and said, "Tell Louis, don't think that a beautiful woman can change the situation."
After saying that, he didn't say anything more and went straight to the exclusive luxury car.
The car rolled up the dust and sped away.
The CEO of Ainol was really stubborn.
There was no trace of anxiety on Wendy Cassia's face. She calmly looked in the direction of the car.
Her calmness made the guard stunned. This woman was different from the previous one.
"The boss has left. Miss Cassia, you don't have to stay here any longer, do you?"
A hint of slyness flashed through Wendy Cassia's eyes. She pursed her lips and looked at him. "I didn't seem to say that I'm looking for boss Sheeran."
The guard was stunned. "Then who do you want to see?"
Wendy Cassia blinked her eyes and smiled brightly. "I'm looking for Mr. Grosvenor."
Bill Grosvenor was a major shareholder of the Ainol Group, and at the same time, he was also the person who brought up Ryan. Ryan respects Bill very much, and Ryan would listen to him in 90% chance.
The three guards looked at each other, speechless.
"What? The boss doesn't want to see me and even Mr. Grosvenor doesn't want to see me too?" Wendy Cassia said in neither too fast nor too slow tone, glancing at their hesitant faces.
"Please wait a moment, Miss Cassia. I'll inform him."
One of the guards said and was about to enter the guard room to make a phone call. Wendy Cassia stopped him and said, "Wait."
She walked closer with a bright smile. Her bright face gave off a strong sense of oppression, and even the tall guards were shocked.
"Please tell Mr. Grosvenor who is looking for him."
"OK, who is it?"
The smile at the corners of Wendy Cassia's mouth deepened. She approached the guard's ear and whispered something. The guard nodded a few times and then turned around to enter the guard's room.
At the same time, Franti Cassia received a message from her informant that Wendy Cassia was blocked at the door of Ainol. She waited for the CEO to come out, but he only warned her and then left. She was still at the door until now.
After hearing that, Franti Cassia hung up the phone with satisfaction. She leaned against the table with her chin in her hands and burst into laughter. She had said that no matter how powerful Wendy was, it was impossible for her to complete this difficult task in three days.
Outside the office, the staff of the design department began to bet.
"It must be Franti."
"I bet on Wendy."
"I bet on Wendy, too."
After a while, the bets on Wendy were more than the bets on Franti.
Franti Cassia pushed the door open and said to them confidently, "I bet on myself. 500 pounds!"
Her words shocked everyone present.
She took out some cash from her bag and threw it on the table. Then she walked out of the design department, leaving only the shocked people behind.
"My God! Franti is so confident. Is there any gossip?"
"I don't think so. Maybe she just wants to make herself more confident."
"Anyway, I think highly of Designer Wendy."
...
On the road beside the Ainol Group, Franti Cassia's informant called her and gave Wendy Cassia a timid look. "I've finished..."
Just as the guard went in and reported, Wendy Cassia knew clearly that she couldn't let the people sent by Franti see it next, so she walked to the corner of the path next to her, caught the man, and asked him to call and tell Franti the current situation according to the lines she gave.
Wendy Cassia nodded in approbation. "You have completed your task. You can leave now." She took out some cash from her handbag and put it into his hand.
"Yes, madam." The man took it happily and ran away as fast as he could.
Just then, the doorman came out. Wendy Cassia adjusted her clothes and walked forward unhurriedly.
"Miss Cassia, Mr. Grosvenor wants to see you upstairs."
The expected answer.
Wendy Cassia nodded slightly and walked into Ainol.
Her heroic figure came into view. It was the first time that the guard had seen such an imposing woman. Her inadvertent charm was so hard to resist. What kind of person was she?
On the 20th floor, in the office of Mr. Grosvenor.
Wendy Cassia didn't see him until the secretary reported to him twice.
Looking at each other, the old man's eyes lit up. "I didn't expect you to be so young."
"I didn't expect you to be so tough."
The two people sat down together, talking and laughing. Of course, Grosvenor knew why Wendy came to him. "Miss Wendy, you know, I'm not in charge anymore at this age. I just like some plants."
Indeed, the old man's office was full of the fragrance of flowers.
Wendy Cassia smiled brightly and looked at the old man without any panic in her eyes. "Mr. Grosvenor, I know you won't interfere in the work of Ainol now, but you are very protective of Mr. Sheeran. You don't want him to be hurt, right?"
"Miss Wendy, what do you mean?"
Wendy Cassia took out her phone and turned to the old man. "Have a look?"
When Mr. Grosvenor saw the content of the phone, his kind face immediately became embarrassed. "Where did you find it?"
Wendy Cassia put her phone back and pretended to be lost in thought. "Well... It should be an unexpected harvest."
"I can only say something about the case between Ainol and Wellington. As for whether Ryan will listen to it or not, I can't know."
Looking at him, Wendy Cassia smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Grosvenor, why don't you follow my method..."