Jenny’s Threat

Jenny looked at the blank check in Marigold's hand, stunned and speechless. "What? He, he actually gave you this... Who does he think he is... On what grounds!"

"On the grounds that I can help him keep unwanted people out."

"You bitch!"

Jenny became even more furious, raising her hand with long, pointed nails, ready to slap Marigold's face—

But Marigold wouldn't allow herself to be bullied like that. Her body instinctively moved, evading the attack. Jenny's hand, with its snarled nails, landed solidly on the nearby computer monitor.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Jenny quickly withdrew her hand, blowing on it and grimacing. Marigold couldn't help but feel satisfied by her pained and contorted expression.

The commotion attracted attention, and people started gathering. Jenny's female agent, Abby, was among them. Abby hurriedly made her way through the crowd and approached Jenny, saying, "Jen, stop causing a scene. It'll harm your reputation if it gets out."

Jenny looked around at the gathering crowd. Although they were colleagues, there was no guarantee that they wouldn't sell the company's internal information as gossip to the press. While she could buy the information herself, it would expose her affair and the unilateral cancellation of the engagement by Brian to her father.

"Just you wait, you bitch. I'll come back to deal with you later!"

Jenny left in a huff, stomping away in her designer high heels. Marigold finally breathed a sigh of relief. She sent Brian a message, telling him the whole incident truthfully.

[Well done, Mary. I'll treat you to a seafood feast tomorrow.] Brian's tone was light and cheerful, and he attached a cute emoji.

[But you both work in the same company, with close family ties. Seeing each other all the time like this, is it really a good idea?]

[Are you worried about me? I'm the CEO. I make the decisions.]

Did he forget that B.E. also had directors from the Whitehouse family? Marigold muttered a few words.

[I'm just thinking about the future of the company.]

[I'm also thinking about the future of the company.]

Marigold sighed. This whimsical little devil really made her worry.

She continued diligently working as the CEO's assistant, and before she knew it, two weeks had passed. During this time, Brian would sometimes appear in a flurry, working tirelessly on documents and attending meetings day and night. Other times, he would be absent, skipping work directly or assigning unreasonable business trips for Marigold to arrange.

He had hinted multiple times that Marigold should accompany him on these trips, but she declined, pointing out that she was left to handle many of his tasks in his absence. Indeed, the company couldn't function without her. She had to conduct department meetings on Brian's behalf, compile reports from each department, and present them to Brian while reminding him which ones required urgent feedback and which ones could wait.

Brian was also completely obedient to her, listening to her advice and following her instructions. Moreover, he often took her to fancy restaurants, gave her small gifts, and brought her to musicals... It felt like they were on a date. But Marigold began to keep her distance from Brian. The better he treated her, the more respectfully she treated him, strictly sticking to business matters.

One cannot be both a superior and an intimate friend. Marigold understood this principle well.

On this day, like any other day, Brian was busy attending events abroad, while she arrived at the company early in the morning to help him with a pile of official matters. Among the towering stack of documents and contracts, she spent the entire morning. Just when she was feeling hungry and ready to enjoy a meal with Lily at the company restaurant, a familiar and enchanting figure quickly approached the CEO's office.

It was Jenny. It was her again.

Jenny was wearing a heart-shaped V-neck little black dress from Givenchy, adorned with a limited edition Van Cleef & Arpels necklace in light gold, and stepping on Yammy Chan's jewel-blue diamond-studded high heels, as if she was going to walk the runway, she came towards Marigold and the others aggressively.

"Call Brian out for me. I have something important to discuss with him," Jenny said.

Marigold thought to herself, here comes trouble again. She politely declined, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Whitehouse, but Brian is currently on a business trip to St. Ruduofe. He should be back tomorrow around noon. He will be coming to the office the day after tomorrow. You can come and see him then, or if you have any requests, I can convey them for you."

"Oh, is that so?" Jenny didn't lose her temper like last time. Instead, she took off her sunglasses and looked at Marigold's face with a playful expression. Marigold felt uncomfortable under her gaze. "Business is business, right? But I'm really in a hurry this time."

"You know, my personal makeup artist - oh right, your ex-fiancé David - was fired by Brian. Now I don't have a suitable makeup artist, and I've resorted to doing my own makeup. What should I do?" Jenny frowned. It seemed like she had come to start trouble with her!

"I'll have the Artist Coordination Department find you a new makeup artist," Marigold said.

"That won't do. If I just randomly pick one with low skills, should I even continue in the entertainment industry? My fans have been saying I look ugly in the recent red carpet appearances," Jenny replied.

"What do you want then? Do you want someone good at their job?" Marigold asked.

"You!" Jenny lost her composure again, but the next second, she regained her arrogant look.

"I have a live talk show interview this afternoon. Where can I find someone suitable at the last minute? How about... you?" Jenny pointed with her Barbie pink nail, and Marigold realized after a long while that she was pointing at herself.

"Me?" Marigold found it somewhat amusing. "You want an amateur like me? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the whole internet and falling from your position as a double Best Actress?"

"Don't forget, my father is also a board member of the company. If you don't mind losing this job..." Jenny put her sunglasses back on, crossed her arms triumphantly, and provocatively said, "You only have one option, accept this job, and make me look beautiful. Otherwise, be prepared to leave B.E. after all. You were once David's fiancée, and he was so talented. You must have learned something, right?"

Marigold wanted to refuse, but faced with Jenny's domineering face, she suddenly had the idea of giving it a try. Jenny just wanted to mess with her. Why not meet the challenge head-on?

"Fine, I'll do it."

So at two-thirty in the afternoon, she instructed Lily to take care of some other miscellaneous tasks and followed Jenny for the interview.

The interview took place on the rooftop terrace of Victory Tower. The entire rooftop was decorated as exquisite and magnificent as the Palace of Versailles, with many lush plants, as if in a royal garden.

Jenny arrived half an hour late - she always pulled such diva behavior, making all the crew members wait for her. But she still walked into the set with an indifferent expression, exchanged a few words with the smiling director Robert, and then started preparing her makeup.

Robert kept looking at his watch and quietly asked Abby beside him, "Excuse me... how much longer does Miss Jenny need to finish her makeup?"

Abby looked worriedly towards Jenny. Jenny was lying on a luxurious chaise lounge, with her feet raised high and a cup of coffee in her hand. Marigold, on the other hand, wore a mask and professionally applied foundation and contour to her face, looking quite skilled.

"Maybe another hour at most."

"Well, the shooting needs to be finished by 4 pm at the latest because the sun light won't be perfect by then, and we'll have to use artificial lighting, which will exceed our budget. So it would be grateful to start shooting as soon as possible…" Robert explained the situation to Abby.

Abby nodded and approached Jenny, whispering to her about the matter. Jenny snorted in her nose and lazily said, "It depends on how fast the makeup artist works." Upon hearing the director's arrangement, Marigold expressed great cooperation, saying that she could finish the makeup in half an hour at most.

Jenny heard her response and interrupted angrily, "How can half an hour be enough? I want the trendy mermaid princess makeup, and it can't be done in less than two hours!"

Marigold frowned, raised her hand to pinch her chin, and threatened, "That's beyond my capabilities, superstar. Besides, that makeup doesn't match the interview theme. Reality shows require a natural and approachable look, not such theatrical makeup."

"I don't care. I don't mind skipping this interview either. I just want the mermaid princess makeup. My image is a drama queen, the more extravagant, the better. How can a natural and approachable look satisfy my fans? If you don't want to do it, I'll have my dad fire you."