Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 419 Who Cares If She Lives or Dies Alice was on the verge of going insane, and she pulled out her phone to call Selena.

Selena was still half asleep, groggily hitting the answer button, only to be greeted by Alice's heart-wrenching screams of abuse. "Bitch! You'll get what's coming to you! Just you wait!" It was insane! Selena hung up immediately and went back to catching up on sleep.

"Ah!!!" Alice stood there, crying and screaming in distress, her face streaked with tears and snot.

She then tried to rush into upstairs of the villa, but a bodyguard stopped her.

"Miss Fair, Mr. Fair is recuperating." "Dad! Dad! I'm your only daughter! How can you do this to me! How can you!" She shouted hysterically, her eyes bloodshot, looking like a madwoman.

But the upper floor remained silent, no one responding to her.

Alice shook with fury, nearly fainting.

Her health was already poor, and the strain of crying and shouting took its toll.

Yet James never appeared.

A cold look settled in Alice's eyes.

She snatched the card from the lawyer's hand, sneering, "I'm buying a plane ticket to leave New York right now. What's the PIN?" After showing her phone screen with the purchased ticket to the lawyer, he pondered for a moment before providing a series of numbers.

"Miss Fair, Mr. Fair has the right to freeze this card at any time. If you are found in New York after this, the card will be frozen." Alice laughed coldly, her fingernails digging deep into her palm, leaving traces of blood on the floor.

She wasn't going to be defeated just like that, even if she had to fight tooth and nail to get back at Selena.

Yes, it was all because of that bitch Selena.

Selena had stolen her identity as the daughter of the Fair Family and Raymond's position as his wife! But it didn't matter, what she was going to do next would surely be the death blow to Selena! When Selena arrived at the company, she saw the scleaner again in the lobby on the first floor. The cleaner was diligently mopping the floor, holding a bucket in hand. Selena paused for a moment, feeling there was something odd about this person, but she couldn't quite recall where she had seen them before.

After entering the top-floor office and dealing with company documents, she summoned the head of the HR department.

The HR director was one of the few who had later been promoted to the higher echelons. He was only thirty years old but hardly made his presence felt.

Ultimately it was because there were too many veterans in the upper management, and newcomers like him faced significant resistance.

However, surviving in the Fair family demonstrated that the HR director was no pushover.

"Miss Fair." "Has anyone completed their resignation procedures yet?" Selena asked indifferently, taking the documents he handed over.

None of the eight people she had named had processed their resignations.

"No resignation requests received yet. I've sent people to negotiate severance packages with them, but they are unwilling to cooperate with us." Selena looked up at the HR director.

After a few seconds, she tossed the documents onto the desk.

"Staff reassignments are the responsibility of HR. I'll sign off on compensation matters on behalf of the company, but don't make such excuses in front of me." Everyone in the workplace has their own agendas, and Selena guessed that the HR director probably hadn't even tried to negotiate with those individuals. As long as the resignation reports weren't filed, nobody would know whether those veterans were actually leaving the company. If he initiated the talks, he'd be the one offending them, which could lead to trouble for him down the line.

Selena quickly understood his motives; he simply didn't want to offend either party.

Caught off guard by Selena's quick response, the HR director promptly bowed his head.

"I will try persuading them again."

"Also, notify everyone that representatives from Cornerstone Construction will likely ctoday to O sign a contract with us. Make sure there are stringent checks on the quality of the paint; we can't make any mistakes." The man nodded, sensing a cold sweat breaking out on his back, and respectfully withdrew from the office.

Selena worked through until noon when someone brought her a cup of coffee. Feeling truly thirsty, she was about to take a sip when there was a knock at the office door. "Cin." She placed the cup down, and the cleaner walked in, hurriedly heading towards her desk while keeping her head down.

"Miss Fair, letwash your cup for you." She picked up the coffee cup Selena was about to drink from and threw it straight into the trash can she had brought with her.

Then, to hide her behavior, she wiped the table with a cloth.

Selena stared at the woman's face, a sharpness flashing in her gaze, "I haven't even started drinking yet." "I'll go get you another cup.

Without looking up at Selena's face, the cleaner said she would get another cup and then left the room.

In another office of the company, Mark Green sneered at the others present.

"As soon as she drinks that, she'll succumb to a heart attack, none the Fattack wiser. Considering the current chaos in the Fair family, who cares if she lives or dies?" All eight people named by Selena sat there, their expressions grave.

Mark Green was spearheading this plot, with the others merely providing cover.