Ariana was stunned for a while. The man cleared his throat awkwardly and explained, “We require some information about the families of our employees. It's part of the process.”

Not wanting to divulge Theodore's identity, Ariana hesitated for a moment, and then responded casually, “He is currently jobless and stays at home."

"Ha..." The chief interviewer guffawed loudly, and Ariana felt her cheeks flame up with fury.

Her face twisted in fury and she felt deeply insulted by the chief interviewer's ridicule of Theodore's employment status.

Her perception of the interviewer who was once charming and friendly rapidly deteriorated, plummeting to an unprecedented low.

“Is that funny?" Her voice now icy, Ariana challenged the man's mockery of Theodore. Despite Theodore's reputation as a difficult man, he was her spouse and she would not allow anyone to belittle him.

The chief interviewer cleared his throat and backtracked, realizing his faux pas.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. I just think you deserve better since you're an accomplished woman yourself."

Ariana was seething with anger as she stood up, her body language as stiff as a board. The warm politeness she had previously displayed had morphed into hostility as she grabbed her bag and glared at the chief interviewer.

"It's my privacy," she snapped, her voice cold as ice.

"It has nothing to do with you. Is the interview over? If you don't have anything else to ask, I'LL take my leave.”

Without waiting for his response, Ariana stormed toward the door of the room, determined to put the embarrassing interview behind her.

But she was soon halted in her tracks as the chief interviewer caught up with her, thrusting his business card into her hand.

“Ms. Edwards, I'm sorry for what I said," he said apologetically.

“In fact, I appreciate someone as capable as you. If you need any help in the future, don't hesitate to contact me."

As the chief interviewer scurried away, his shoulders were still convulsing in apparent mirth

Ariana stood there, perplexed by the man's odd behavior, clutching the business card that was handed to her. With a furrowed brow, she muttered to herself, "Adrian Perkins? Vice president of the BRD Group?

What kind of people work here?"

Whispers from the surrounding people caught her attention.

“Why did Mr. Perkins bother to attend the interview for an assistant? It doesn't make sense."