The Years Between Signing and Seeing novel Chapter 502

Suzie's voice choked on a sob at the end, and she pulled Stella into another tight hug.

"Alright, alright, don't cry. I'm fine now, aren't I? I've always been lucky, the fearless corporate warrior who does no wrong." Stella gently patted Suzie's back, using a cheerful tone to comfort her.

They cried and laughed together, only leaving the hotel late that evening.

...

The next day.

Stella decisively handed in her resignation letter to Bravo Ads Agency.

She went to a luxury department store and bought expensive gifts. Her bag was stuffed with all her bank cards containing her life savings, along with the title deeds to her house and car.

In short, she brought almost all the worldly possessions she had worked so hard for over the years.

Arriving at the ground floor of the Baylor Group headquarters, Stella approached the reception desk with utmost politeness. "Hello, my name is Stella Vance. I'm here to see Mr. Baylor. Could you please announce me? If I need an appointment, please tell me what time works."

The receptionist looked at Stella with a complicated expression and stammered, "P-please wait a moment."

As she dialed the intercom, the receptionist and her colleague sneakily assessed the woman in front of them.

This was the same woman who had stormed in and cursed their CEO out just days ago. What was going on today?

She was carrying bags that clearly looked like luxury brands, and she was speaking to them so politely—a far cry from the attitude she'd given them last time.

Had she been pushed to the brink by the CEO's retaliation? Was she here to beg for mercy?

Regardless, they didn't dare offend her. No one else had the guts to publicly scream at Mr. Baylor by name.

After hanging up the phone, the receptionist said politely, "Ms. Vance, you may take Elevator 2 upstairs."

Aaron stopped in front of Jamie's office, exchanged a few brief pleasantries, and walked away.

Stella swallowed hard. Her curled knuckles hovered in the air, hesitating for several seconds before finally knocking on the door.

Only when a cold "Come in" sounded from inside did she push the door open.

Unsure of what to say, she walked straight over to the coffee table and set down the gifts she had bought. Then, she hurried over to Jamie's desk.

With swift movements, she pulled the bank cards and stack of property documents from her bag, placing them gently on the desk. She gathered her courage for a long moment, but still couldn't articulate her profound gratitude.

She sneaked a glance at him. From the moment she had walked in, the man had been typing away on his keyboard. She half suspected that the voice telling her to come in hadn't even been his.

"Ahem..." Stella let out an awkward cough.

Jamie finally stopped typing, though his eyes remained fixed on the computer screen. He asked coldly,