But everyone knew Camila had someone powerful supporting her, giving her a shortcut to the top.

Hearing her words, Camila's eyes fell slightly.

She had always known that others believed she had used connections to get where she was.

Twice today she had heard such whispers.

The feeling of anger was hard to suppress.

The director said with conviction, "She's not without skills. She's from Madeline Research Center. Remember the last research report?

That was her work..."

"That wasn't her doing. She took credit for someone else's work."

Hilaria didn't see any of Camila's contributions.

In her eyes, Camila was a disgrace, a thief even.

She believed they could also develop it!

The director couldn't hide his irritation.

He scoffed, "Took credit? How dare you say so! What's more crucial, life or pride? There's no need for this pretense of purity and nobility." Turning to Camila, he suggested, “Ignore her. Once you're in charge, if she can't adjust, let her go."

This set Hilaria off.

She grabbed Camila's arm, blurting out, "Didn't you rely on a man to secure the position? You might have backing, but you can't just kick me out. Not everyone can handle our work here. If you dare fire me, I'll make sure you regret it. You don't believe me? Just try!"

"How?"

Amidst this heated exchange, a deep, calm voice echoed from down the corridor. It wasn't loud, but it carried a weight that silenced everyone.

Upon hearing the sound, Camila lifted her gaze.

That was when she noticed Isaac, standing in the hallway.

His tall, robust figure seemed to bring a breeze as he moved towards her.