Bab 55: The public conference

''Find a way to suppress all these articles!'' In a flash of anger, Arabella snapped and hurled the phone at her manager.

That orphaned cousin was better than her, the Arabella Kingston?! There's no way!

If it wasn't that her late uncle had stolen the president's position from her own father, she would have been the true young miss of the Kingston family and possibly the heiress!

Arabella's manager barely managed to catch the phone.

''W-Well...'' She cautiously stared at the fuming Arabella. She hesitated, unsure whether speaking would calm her or make things worse.

''What is it?! Do you need me to teach you how to do your job?!'' Arabella snapped again, her voice rising with mockery. Her anger flared further at the sight of her manager still standing in front of her, frozen like a deer in headlights.