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    Freya didn’t protest.


    They both stood and opened the door to the meeting room.


    As Freya and the chairman made their way out, the room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Everyone’s eyes darted anxiously toward Freya, worried she might bear the brunt of some fallout.


    “Mr. Briggs, this matter is my responsibility. Please, don’t let this investment advisor go,” the team leader spoke first, her voice steady but firm. “If me must fall, let it fall on my shoulders.”


    Hugh blinked in surprise. When had he ever spoken of dismissing Freya?


    Instinctively, he nced at Freya, her calm gaze unwavering, but a twinge of unease gripped him. Could she be thinking he had dismissed others for Vivien’s sake in the past?


    The mere thought of such a misunderstanding made him uneasy. If Freya believed he’d been unjust in favoring Vivien, would that distance between them only grow wider?


    “Mr. Briggs hasn’t dismissed me,” Freya interjected, her voice slicing through the tension. She then turned to Vivien, her tone unwavering. “Pack up your things and head to the training department.”


    “What?” Vivien blinked, her usualpliant demeanor faltering as she looked to Hugh, confusion clouding her face.


    Freya didn’t sugarcoat it. “Your skills aren’t up to par for the nning department’s editorial role. You’re being transferred to the training department, where you can pursue a field that aligns more with your talents.”


    “What is she saying?”


    “Did I hear that right? Vivien’s really being moved out of our department?”


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    “No way! Isn’t she Mr. Briggs’s daughter?”


    “What kind of pull does this investment advisor have to make him transfer his own daughter?”


    The murmurs swirled around Vivien like a storm, and she longed for the earth to swallow her up. She never imagined Hugh would be so cold.


    Despite her usual obedience, why was he treating her like this?


    “That won’t be necessary!” Vivien quickly tried to backpedal, her voice dripping with false humility. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for apany like Briggs Group. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time, so I’ll just resign.”


    “Get her a resignation form,” Freya instructed the team leader, her voice calm and decisive.


    The team leader hesitated, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.


    How did the investment advisor know she handled resignation forms? Nheless, after a nce at Hugh, who said nothing, she quickly retrieved a form. “Here you go.”


    Vivien was frozen, her mind scrambling. What in the world was happening? Was Hugh really going to let this stand without saying a word?


    “Didn’t you want to resign?” Freya asked bluntly, cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter.


    Vivien clenched her jaw, her eyes shing with barely contained rage, before reluctantly taking the form and ring at Freya.


    With everyone watching, she couldn’t back down—not with Hugh present.


    Slowly, she picked up a pen, deliberately dragging out the process, hoping that Hugh would step in and somehow fix this, reprimanding the investment advisor and announcing her as his daughter to save face. But Hugh remained silent.


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