Joan scrutinized Luana and ventured a guess, "You weren't poached by the Moriarty Group, were you?"
"OMG!"
Sabrina's eyes widened in surprise. "Luana, the salary at Moriarty Group is several times higher than at Winward. You're about to soar to great heights, aren't you?"
Amused by Sabrina's adorable expression, Luana chuckled and clarified, "No, the plans I mentioned are personal, not related to work at all."
Seeing that Luana hadn't been recruited by the Moriarty Group, the jealousy in Joan's eyes gradually transformed into curiosity.
She continued, "So, you're not planning to work anymore?"
Luana shook her head and softly replied, "No, I won't be working."
Unable to extract any further information about Luana's future plans, Joan let out a derisive snort, thinking to herself that it seemed Luana had indeed attached herself to some wealthy family.
She wondered which wealthy older man had taken her under their wing, causing her to give up her job.
Aware of Joan's thoughts, Luana glanced at her coldly and stated, "Whether I'm with a wealthy family or not is none of your business, is it?"
Laura had a poor impression of Luana because of Joan's constant gossip and rumors about her being kept by various older men.
Throughout her years at the company, Luana had endured these fabrications, always biting her tongue to keep her job.
But now that she was leaving, she wasn't going to tolerate Joan's digs anymore.
Caught off guard, Joan was speechless. She hadn't expected the usually meek and gentle Luana to confront her so directly.
Joan was furious and wanted to tear into Luana, but Sabrina intervened.
"Joan, Luana is leaving. Just let her finish her handover first," Sabrina said, preventing the situation from escalating.
"I won't take her projects!"
With a huff, Joan shot a venomous look at Luana, swiveled her slender hips, and sat down at her desk, making a point to make a loud noise when she moved her chair.
Not satisfied with just that, she slammed a stack of documents onto her desk, startling Sabrina.
Sabrina covered her mouth and whispered to Luana, "Laura asked you to hand over your work to her, and she agreed at the time, but now she seems to be backing out. It's so difficult..."
Luana wasn't bothered and said, "I'll just ask Laura to assign someone else for the handover."
With that, she picked up her card that granted access to the CEO's private elevator and headed towards it.
Laura, the head of the chairman's office and the chairman's special assistant, usually worked on the top floor and only came down occasionally for matters that required her attention.
The top floor, where the chairman's office was located, could only be accessed via the private elevator, which required a card to operate.
All employees in the CEO's office had a card, as the chairman and Laura might need them urgently at any time.
Luana swiped her card, and the elevator promptly arrived with a "ding," and the doors slowly opened.
Inside the spacious and luxurious elevator stood two people.
Seeing them, Luana froze on the spot.
"Are you going to see the chairman?"
Runa, dressed in a well-tailored professional outfit that accentuated her figure and wearing elegant makeup, looked puzzled as she saw Luana waiting at the elevator door but not entering.
Regaining her composure, Luana quickly shook her head and said, "Sorry, I forgot something. Ms. Ortega, you go ahead, please."
After that, she turned and hurried away, not daring to look at the two people again.
Runa, watching Luana's retreating back, commented to Cline, "This assistant is really strange. We're not scary monsters, are we? Why is she so frightened that she doesn't even dare to take the elevator with us?"
Cline didn't respond, his indifferent eyes showing no emotional fluctuations, as if uninterested in everything around him.
Runa, noticing this, gently took his arm and said, "Cline, thank you for taking me to the emergency that night. I've been abroad for a few years and really couldn't get used to the food there, so I developed gastritis, which flares up from time to time. It was a lot of trouble for you."
That day, her father had taken her to visit the Moriarty family to discuss their engagement, and she had drunk a bit too much out of happiness, which had irritated her stomach.
Cline, not wanting to refuse her in front of everyone, had taken her to the emergency.
She had been looking for an opportunity to thank him, but every time she went to the Moriarty Group to find him, his assistant said he was out.
If it weren't for her father needing to see him today, she might not have had the chance to express her gratitude.