Claimed by the Crown Heir novel Chapter 65

Vanessa returned to the company. The moment she stepped into her office, her gaze swept over the sofa and paused.

"Waiting for me, Giselle?"

She walked right in, dropping her file onto the desk.

She took a seat in her swivel chair, unhurried and calm.

Raising an eyebrow, she met Giselle's poorly disguised anxious stare.

"Did Elena sign with you?"

"So that's what you're dying to know," Vanessa replied, answering a question with a question. "What do you think?"

She was purposely withholding the answer, entirely amused by the sight of Giselle squirming for the results.

"Are you seriously playing games right now, Vanessa?"

Furious, Giselle shot up from the sofa, marched to the desk, and reached out to snatch the file to look for herself.

Before she could grab it, Vanessa slammed her hand firmly over the folder.

"Giselle, this is the office, not a playground for your temper tantrums!"

Meeting Vanessa's razor-sharp glare, Giselle froze for a split second, genuinely taken aback by her sudden, commanding presence.

"It's a simple yes or no. Why are you acting so mysterious? It's not like I'm going to laugh at you for failing."

Giselle pulled her hand back and crossed her arms over her chest.

Even she couldn't lock down the Vittini deal. Vanessa had been out of Sterling City for three years and was totally disconnected from the current market; there was no way she succeeded.

Vanessa stared at her quietly and said coldly, "Get out."

"You! Ugh!"

Giselle spun around and stormed out in a huff.

Once the door clicked shut, Vanessa rubbed her temples.

She pulled out her phone and found Alistair's contact on her messaging app.

[Mr. Howard, are you free to meet up tonight?]

[I'm a little worn out lately and can't quite service you right now, Ms. Grant. Let's make a date once I've had a chance to recharge.]

Vanessa stared at the text, completely speechless.

How could this bastard lie through his teeth?

Every single time, he was the one making relentless demands, acting like a starving man who hadn't eaten in days.

"Crisp, mellow, with an elegant earthy aroma. The aftertaste hits quickly, and it has incredible depth."

George nodded, his eyes filled with appreciation. "It's soothing without being too astringent. Very calming. If you like it, take two tins home with you."

"Thank you, Dad."

"What brings you by?"

"I successfully secured the exclusive agency rights for Vittini. Here's the contract for your review."

She placed the folder down in front of him.

George picked it up with a look of mild suspicion. As he finished reading it, a flash of surprise crossed his face.

"But Giselle said..."

"I don't know how Giselle managed to get a meeting with Valen, but the person who signed with me was Vittini's President of Asia-Pacific. Elena outright stated that Giselle's proposal was flashy, hollow, and impossible to execute."

"Alright, I understand! You've done excellent work."

"Dad, I'm hoping you can officially announce my successful partnership with Vittini during the Monday morning meeting."

People in the company thought she could never match Giselle's three years of supposedly diligent dedication. Well, it was time for a brutal reality check.