Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375: Scheming
"Don’t move. This outfit I’m wearing now is brand new."
Florienna Ellis resisted a bit and shoved George Robbins’ hand off her back, pulling it down without any mercy.
"Just a dress, isn’t it? If you want, I’ll buy you ten of them." George glanced dismissively at Florienna’s dress and spoke with disdain.
"How can that compare? This one is my own design." Florienna adjusted the hem of her dress, a hint of pride flickering across her face.
"Oh?"
George seemed intrigued by Florienna’s words, his eyebrows twitching slightly. "You can even design clothes?"
But his remark earned him an eye-roll from Florienna.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don’t get upset; I’m just joking, just joking." Though George smiled faintly, the smile did not reach his eyes.
Florienna, on the other hand, walked straight to the chair that originally belonged to George and sat down naturally, crossing her arms as she stared at him.
"Spill it. What do you want from me? Don’t you know how closely Charlotte Thompson is watching me right now? If I’m absent even briefly, she’ll surely hassle me."
But then she thought about how she’d managed to extract quite a bit of information about Charlotte from her dim-witted assistant. Her expression softened slightly.
Unaware of Florienna’s thoughts, George simply frowned as he listened to her complain about Charlotte.
Firstly, he really disliked Charlotte. Secondly, her close ties with Justin Battleson, combined with the Thompson Family’s backing, made dealing with her exceedingly troublesome.
"Since you’re so fed up with Charlotte, don’t we now have an opportunity to take her down directly?" George said, steering the conversation back to his intended topic.
"So, have you given any more thought to what I mentioned to you before?"
Florienna’s eyes glimmered briefly, but instead of answering directly, she countered with a question: "Why does it have to be me? Can’t you handle this yourself?"
"Do you think I have any plausible reason to step into Charlotte’s office?" George’s tone grew a bit colder as he replied.
"I know you’ve been getting pretty cozy with Charlotte’s assistant recently. Worst-case scenario, you can pin everything on her. Isn’t that the perfect solution?"
George’s voice dropped as he spoke.
"As long as this plan succeeds, Charlotte will absolutely be ousted. As for Justin, he’s already at the end of his rope. It won’t be long before the company will change its name and ownership. By then, I can promise you any position you want."
"Are you serious?" Florienna had already decided long ago, but what she sought now was simply more promises.
"Of course. Since when have I ever lied to you?" George replied instantly.
"If this plan works, then I..." Florienna shifted her gaze and then casually tapped the chair she was seated in.
"I want this seat."
"Absolutely." George agreed without hesitation.
His swift assent left Florienna eyeing him with a trace of skepticism. She rested her elbows on the table, propped her chin in her palm, and studied him.
"Exactly what kind of perks did that person offer you? You’re willing to casually hand over even the Vice President title to me?"
"We’re all working for him. Tell me, someone capable of rivaling Justin Battleson—would he even care about something as trivial as a VP position?"