CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 1523 - 1531: Don’t Be Mad Anymore

But really, there’s no reason for her to sit here stewing in anger, unable to eat, while those two lovebirds are enjoying their meal so happily and intimately.

"Jane, that D’s is absolutely despicable! Your opportunity was snatched away by that Charlotte King. No one at D’s is reachable, and I just received an email earlier—the whole message boiled down to a single sentence: They feel you’re not suitable for the show and just decided to pass you over." Rock Bell gritted her teeth in fury. "This is beyond infuriating. It’s one thing for D’s to disrespect people, but who the hell does Charlotte King think she is, daring enough to steal this from you!"

The annual fashion show at D’s has always been a grand affair. Earlier, D’s had been in touch with the studio and negotiating the event, which was something no media outlet could have missed.

A few days ago, some media outlets had already leaked rumors that this year’s D’s show would feature both Mandy Forest and Jane Sampson, and D’s official twitter hadn’t issued any denial.

Now, with the list finally released, Rock Bell didn’t even need to look; she could already imagine people mocking Jane Sampson for overestimating herself.

At least what offered Rock Bell some relief now was Jane’s personality—she never treated anything as certain until the contract was signed. So, while negotiations had concluded, Jane hadn’t announced anything, nor had she acknowledged anything when the media speculated.

It wasn’t that Rock Bell was tyrannical—it was just that Charlotte King’s behavior was downright unseemly. Had Charlotte snatched the opportunity before negotiations were finalized with Jane’s studio, then fine, that would’ve been her skill.

But with everything already settled, with D’s even having sent the electronic version of the contract for the studio’s review and confirmation, and merely waiting on the physical copy to sign—only for Charlotte King to swoop in at this point—who on earth could stomach that?

"Charlotte King used to keep quiet and stay under the radar. Where on earth did she suddenly get this ability?" Rock Bell was even more bewildered—how could a second-third-tier artist possibly seize this chance to walk D’s runway?

"Sister Tin, if it’s gone, it’s gone. Don’t get worked up over it. I, Jane Sampson, am not so desperate for a contract with D’s," Jane said. "You’re still at the company, right? Head home and eat. If you keep pulling these overtime stints every day, my brother-in-law is eventually going to find me for a serious talk."

Daniel Taylor had even relocated his work to Capital Province for Rock Bell’s sake.

"Alright." Rock Bell nodded. Thinking about it, it was true—getting angry wasn’t going to change anything.

After hanging up the call, Jane Sampson downed the remaining half bowl of soup in one go, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and grabbed her mobile phone to check Twitter.

It was, as expected, buzzing with gossip—Charlotte King replacing her had become a hot topic that many people were watching for entertainment.

Jane searched briefly. Charlotte King and her team sure had some skills—during the mere span of Jane and James Black sitting down for a meal, Twitter was flooded with numerous promotional articles about her.

The content painted Charlotte King as humble, hardworking, diligent, and exceptionally talented.

Then, subtly and indirectly, they threw shade at Jane Sampson, comparing her skyrocketing popularity since debut with Charlotte King’s quiet humility.

"This is absolutely intolerable!" Jane Sampson stomped her feet in anger. She wasn’t stupid; she could immediately guess where these articles were coming from.

Jane directly called Rock Bell and said, "Sister Tin, package up all the initial emails and related chat history D’s sent you and forward them to me."

After finishing the call, Jane stood up and grabbed James Black—who had been watching her intently the entire time after their meal—and said, "To the bedroom. I need your help."