She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 432

Nearly an hour had passed since the agreed-upon time, and there was still no sign of Loyce.

Milton Seabrook slammed his hand onto the table. "Alicia, this niece of yours is playing us for absolute fools! Is she even coming?!"

"She wouldn't dare blow you off completely, would she?" Horace Seabrook chimed in.

Alicia also felt her pride taking a massive hit. Her expression darkened. "Stop yelling. I'll call her and ask."

When Loyce answered the phone, she was sitting comfortably in the leather chair of the executive office. Across from her sat Jean Morgan, who was flipping through design drafts, and Giselle Turner, who was nervously awaiting her judgment.

Looking at the two women in front of her, Loyce popped a piece of candy into her mouth and replied lazily to Alicia's sharp tone. "Oh, sorry, Aunt Alicia. I got so busy I completely forgot about the dinner tonight. But it's mostly just unimportant people anyway, so you all just enjoy the meal. Put the bill on my tab, and we'll do this some other time."

"Loyce!" Alicia's voice spiked in pitch. "These senior Bloomberry executives have been waiting for you for over an hour! You think you can just not show up because you don't feel like it? Have you lost your mind?"

Loyce bit down on her candy, the satisfying crunch loud in the quiet room. A cold, indifferent smile curved her lips. "Bloomberry still has senior executives? I thought the ones who showed up this afternoon were all of them."

This was a deliberate, calculated insult. Alicia clenched her fists tightly. "Loyce, as someone younger, you might have some money, but I strongly suggest you drop the arrogance. Money can't solve everything. Bloomberry isn't just about design; the entire fabric production and supply chain is in the hands of the people sitting here. I set up this dinner for your own good. If you just come down here, swallow your pride, and apologize for your behavior this afternoon, they'll still be willing to help you run things."

"Apologize? No need," Loyce said with a bright smile. "I'd actually like to teach you a lesson, Aunt Alicia. Quite the opposite of what you said—money is the ultimate solution in absolutely every industry."

Hearing the dial tone as the call abruptly ended, Alicia slammed her phone down onto the table. Her authority had been blatantly challenged, and she had just been slapped in the face in front of her entire family.

Her voice was pure venom. "Since Loyce is so hopelessly arrogant, I certainly won't coddle her. Effective immediately, cut off all suppliers and manufacturers. Pull all our designers out as well. Let's see how she manages to run an empty shell of a company!"

"Wait, no! What about our salaries?!" A few of the Seabrook family members instantly jumped up in panic. After all, several of the manufacturing plants behind Bloomberry were secretly owned by them. They supplied exclusively to Bloomberry just to rake in massive, inflated profit margins.

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