Chapter 340 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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The assistant stopped, looking at Hans, unsure whether to share this information with an outsider.

Molly caught her drift and generously said, “No problem, go ahead. Hans is a friend.”

Hearing this, the assistant spilled the beans.

“One of the chairmen said he wants to see what kind of people you can invite tonight! After asking around, I found out that tonight’s event isn’t just a celebration. It’s also a test of your connections as the new CEO. Basically, they want to see what benefits you can bring to the company after taking over. Usually, the bosses of companies who have a good relationship with you would attend your celebration party.”

As soon as Molly heard this, she knew she was in trouble. She didn’t have any connections. How could she possibly invite influential people to support her?

“I was actually quite worried, but then you said Mr. Collins is our friend, and I felt relieved.” The assistant let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, “Mr. Collins has a huge influence. Who in Solterra can compare to him?”

Molly glanced at Hans, and there’s no way he would attend such a boring party, right?

Besides, Hans had already helped her so much that she didn’t want to impose on him again.

The assistant continued, “Also, during the live broadcast, that foreign contestant Isabella mentioned you’re good friends with the famous designer Queen Abby. Is that true? If Queen Abby could come, those old directors and shareholders would definitely see you in a new light!”

Molly was even more troubled, “Queen Abby is currently in Dawnstar.”

She might not have returned to the country yet.

Even if she did, she wouldn’t want to be a bother to Bella.

She can’t be bothering people over trivial stuff, right?

“What?” The assistant seemed a bit disappointed but quickly perked up, “We have Mr. Collins, that’s more than enough! Just not sure if Mr. Collins is free tonight.”

Molly shot Hans another glance, only to see him nod, “Sure, what time tonight, you tell me.”

“Hans?” Molly couldn’t believe her ears. Hans actually agreed?

Why would he attend such a dull mini–celebration.

It must be because of Bella.

Molly felt incredibly touched but also a bit guilty, as if she was taking advantage of her friendship with Bella, but she swore she had no intention of using Bella.

“Great.” the assistant began, then remembered something, “Oh, and President Molly, you’ll need to wear an evening gown tonight and make nice with those old board members.”

Make nice?

Molly hadn’t expected such a straightforward comment from the assistant, “Alright, got it.”

“Do you need me to prepare your gown?”

Molly, “No need. I’ve recently designed a set. It should be good to wear.”

“Alright, I’ll be off then.” The assistant tiptoed out, closing the door behind her.

Molly couldn’t help but bow deeply to Hans, “Thank you, Hans. I know you’re busy. Thank you for being willing to attend such a boring celebration.”

“No need to be so formal.” Hans’s gaze softened, “I actually came over to discuss a collaboration.”

“Collaboration?” Molly’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t believe Hans was interested in her small corporation.

But really?

This small corporation didn’t have much to show for.

“You placed third in the international competition, and I think we can collaborate on launching a new product.” Hans voiced his thoughts.

Molly nodded enthusiastically, “Alright, let’s do as you say! Thank you, Hans.” Molly knew it was all because of Bella that Hans would give her such an opportunity.

“You’re being too formal again.”

Hans stood up, and Molly hurriedly escorted him out of the office.

He said, “You’re just starting to run the corporation. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can come to me.”

Molly looked at his profile and couldn’t help saying, “Hans, you’re truly a great guy.”

“You’re really good at laying it on thick!” Hans said for the umpteenth time today.

“No, that ain’t flattery, mate. I genuinely think you’re rad.” Molly was saying that when someone passed by. She stopped talking and escorted Hans to the company’s entrance, expressing deep gratitude towards him.

Once Hans was gone, Molly called Mirabella.

“Bella, I’ve got a shindig tonight. You reckon this dress suits the occasion?”

“What kind of party?”

Not knowing what the occasion was, she wasn’t sure if the dress would be appropriate.

Molly explained, “My grandpa set it up before he passed. Whenever there’s a new management team, the old board members and shareholders throw a welcome bash.”

Getting the picture, Mirabella said promptly, “In that case, the dress is spot on.”

“Bella, I got to thank you,” Molly couldn’t resist saying “If it wasn’t for you, Hans wouldn’t have brought me back home, wouldn’t have stood up for me when those old farts on the board gave me a hard time. And he’s even willing to attend tonight’s party. You don’t know how much that means. It’s basically a chance for the new CEO to show off their connections.”

This was really surprising.

Thank goodness Hans agreed to go. Otherwise, she would be looked down on by those old geezers again.

After hearing her out, Mirabella replied gently, “I’ll have Jaime represent QY tonight. I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”

Molly exclaimed, “What? No, I mean.”

“I know,” Mirabella chuckled, “he’ll discuss a possible collaboration with you.”

Another collaboration?

Molly was at a loss for words, then filled with gratitude, “Bella, how is your family so nice. Hans also wants to collaborate. I know my own capabilities. Our small company doesn’t have much to offer you guys.

It must be because of their friendship that Hans and Bella were willing to help her.

“You earned your third place. That’s a great achievement,” Mirabella replied with a smile. “Anyway, I’ve got things to do. If you need help tonight, just turn to

Hans.”

Molly responded, “Alright.”

After hanging up, Mirabella turned to the man beside her.

Even though she and Romeo had safely returned, some forces had infiltrated Solterra, searching for her whereabouts.

She didn’t want to put Molly in danger.

So she couldn’t show up tonight.

At eight o’clock that evening.

The celebration was held on the top floor of the Summerfield Hotel.

Many shareholders and board members arrived early, eager to see Molly squirm.

They gossiped, “The girl’s just too immature, has no respect for time. Look at all these board members and shareholders waiting for her. She thinks she’s something else now that she’s CEO.”

“Exactly, youngsters these days just don’t get it. No matter how high and mighty she is, without anyone backing her, where’s the dignity?”

“Look at the night view of Summerfield, and it’s gorgeous. Only those at the top can appreciate this unique beauty.”

Just then, someone announced, “President Molly is here.”

Everyone turned to look at her. Molly was wearing a color–blocked strapless dress. One side was an extreme black, giving a relaxed vibe, and the other was peach–pink, giving a girly charm. The clash of the two styles was stunning.

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