The Sweetest Trophy Wife by Beanie - Season 1 Episode 79

Gwyneth’s cold and mocking remarks caught Judy off guard, instantly dampening her good mood.

Judy said, “Wouldn’t it be more prudent to maintain a lower profile? You can barely keep your secretary now.”

In a matter of seconds, their eyes locked in a brief but tense exchange before they instinctively took a step back, putting some distance between them. Judy’s expression turned malicious, her teeth grinding together, while Gwyneth let out a light, taunting laugh, her lips curling upwards.

Two peaceful days drifted by, only to be shattered when Judy received bewildering news.

“What do you mean Wanda went back to being a secretary? Is it true?” As Judy stared at the female colleague from the HR department. who was standing before her, her skepticism etched on her face.

“Do you think I would lie to you about this? I was the one who handled Wanda’s transfer.” The colleague wore a sycophantic expression.

Back when Judy held a managerial position, this HR staff member constantly showered her with flattery, always eager to please her. Now that Judy had been relegated to an ordinary employee, it seemed even more convenient for her to attempt flattery.

Disturbed by the news, Judy wasted no time and headed straight to the HR department, seeking confirmation once again before summoning Wanda.

*Judy, is there something you need?” Wanda asked.

“Wanda, I heard you went back to being Gwyneth’s secretary. Is it true?” Judy inquired.

Wanda nodded, her expression oddly serene, adding to Judy’s growing bewilderment. It appeared as though Wanda had willingly accepted the position, even finding joy in it.

“But why? Gwyneth publicly humiliated you in front of so many people, and now…”

“Perhaps it’s because I managed to close a few deals while handling sales these past few days. She must believe I’m still capable,” Wanda explained, shrugging her shoulders. “And when you think about it. it’s not all bad. Being by her side allows me to gather more information.”

Judy, who had been consumed by worry, suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over her upon hearing Wanda’s rationale.

And so, as the evening descended upon the CEO’s office at Glen Corporation, Wanda sat diligently at the secretary desk, meticulously organizing the wealth of information she had gathered from Gaspard over the past few days.

Carefully scrutinizing the contents of the files, she ensured their accuracy before packing them up and swiftly sending them to an undisclosed email address. The email had no subject or signature, and Wanda manually entered the recipient’s address.

Witnessing the computer’s bottom right corner display a confirmation of successful transmission, Wanda couldn’t help but let out a soft. knowing laugh. With that task completed, she closed her computer, rose from her seat, and exited the office.

Three days later, the highly anticipated official land auction in Springville commenced.

The event drew numerous conglomerates from large and medium–sized companies, all of whom had meticulously prepared for this pivotal occasion. Naturally, they wouldn’t dare to miss attending the grand opening banquet.

As the time for the banquet arrived, Gwyneth entered the venue accompanied by Wanda and a group of senior directors from Glen Corporation. Each individual was impeccably dressed, their attire serving as a visual testament to the significance they attributed to this

pivotal auction.

Within the crowd of familiar faces. Gwyneth’s eyes caught sight of Liam, seated not far away. His gaze locked onto hers, and by his side.

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unsurprisingly, stood Elizabeth. A faint sigh of annoyance escaped Gwyneth’s lips as she internally mused, ‘This bitch is everywhere.‘

Gwyneth then turned to Wanda to inquire about their seating arrangement. As fate would have it, or perhaps intentionally orchestrated by the auction organizer, Gwyneth found herself seated right beside Liam. Helplessly, she rolled her eyes, internally cursing the decision.‘ Why resort to such tabloid paparazzi tactics in such a prestigious auction?‘ she mused. ‘What are they expecting? A sensational

spectacle?”

“Hey, Gwyneth, Liam greeted her.

In her mind, Gwyneth cursed, ‘Don’t greet me, you jerk.‘ She composed herself and took her seat, locking eyes with Liam, who managed to maintain a stoic expression while offering a courteous greeting.

But with countless eyes upon them and the presence of financial journalists, Gwyneth couldn’t leave Liam’s outstretched hand hanging awkwardly in the air. Summoning her resolve, she extended her hand and shook his.

At that moment, Gwyneth’s gaze fell upon Elizabeth, seated next to Liam.

Contrary to her usual disposition, Elizabeth did not wear a face of victimhood. Instead, she showcased a serene smile that created the illusion of a close friendship between hersell and Gwyneth.

Gwyneth’s intuition, honed through years of industry experience, heightened her unease as she locked eyes with Elizabeth and observed

her disconcerting smile.

“Hi, Ms. Glen. You look absolutely stunning in your gown today.” Elizabeth greeted, extending her hand in a gesture of warmth.

Gwyneth forced a polite smile as she accepted Elizabeth’s outstretched hand and reciprocated the gesture. Only moments ago, she had harbored uncertainty, but now she sensed that Elizabeth had come to this auction with a specific agenda–one that was undoubtedly aimed at Gwyneth herself. In short, Elizabeth was up to something no good.