Yvette, wearing a baseball cap and a black mask concealing most of her face, produced a handkerchief and offered it to Zoe. Her blue eyes held a depth of understanding. "Dry your tears," she murmured.

Zoe accepted the handkerchief and quickly dabbed at her tears. Yvette's gaze shifted to a woman in the crowd before she addressed Zoe again. "Two choices: pretend it never happened, or fight back. You decide."

Zoe, stunned for a moment, grasped the meaning. She yearned to retaliate, but the Houston family's influence loomed large, potentially jeopardizing Yvette.

Noticing Zoe's hesitation, Yvette tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Zoe whispered, "She's from the Houston family. I'm afraid she'll cause trouble for you. It's not worth it for me."

A soft chuckle escaped Yvette's lips. "Do you want to hit her?"

Zoe, wiping her tears, nodded without hesitation. "Yes, in my dreams."

Vivian, sensing the shift in the dynamic, realized an unexpected protector had emerged for Zoe. Discretion seemed the wisest course, and she began a discreet retreat.

As she turned, a voice called out, "Stop!" All eyes turned to Vivian, and as if a silent signal had been given, the crowd dispersed, leaving her isolated.

Facing the unwavering gaze of Zoe and Yvette, Vivian protested, "What do you want from me? She fell on her own! What's that got to do with me?" Her desperate attempts at disassociation only heightened suspicion.

Without a word, Yvette stepped forward, seized Vivian, and propelled her towards Zoe. Vivian, utterly bewildered, landed hard, her high heels snapping off. Two ear-piercing screams erupted.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Let go of me! Who are you? If you have the guts, show your face! Ah, let me go! If you dare touch me, the Houston family won't let you get away with it!"

Zoe watched Vivian, helpless on the ground, cursing and yelling. Tears welled in Zoe's eyes; Vivian had relentlessly bullied her for years. Seeing Vivian's vulnerability, however, brought a strange sense of relief. Her past bullying stemmed from her own weakness. If only she possessed Yvette's strength.

Before anyone could react, Zoe grabbed Vivian's dress and delivered a sharp slap, instantly swelling Vivian's cheek.

Vivian retaliated furiously. "You slut, bastard! How dare you hit me? Just wait, the Houston family won't let you get away with this!" She turned her fury on Yvette. "And you, how dare you help Zoe bully me? You're finished. I'll make sure you can't stay in Seacrity anymore."

As Vivian raged, Jackson descended from the upper floor, alerted by the commotion. These interviewees hadn't even cleared the initial screening, and already they were causing trouble.

"Move aside, make way, the Chambers Group's department manager is coming!" someone announced.

Vivian, sensing a lifeline, realized Zoe was creating trouble at the Chambers Group. Even without her actions, the Chambers Group might blacklist her. She wondered how Zoe had managed to remain in Seacrity.

Jackson's expression was grim. The crowd parted, and before he could clearly see, something hurtled towards him. Instinctively, he kicked out, striking Vivian in the ribs.

"Sir, why did you kick me?" Vivian cried.

Jackson saw a battered girl with a strangely disfigured face. A fight at the Chambers Group? This was disastrous.

Vivian, disregarding her appearance, sobbed and sniffled. "Sir, look, these two dared to hit me at the Chambers Group. Is there no justice? You must help me. I want to call the police and get a medical check."

Oblivious to Jackson's increasingly tense demeanor, Vivian continued her accusations. Jackson's body trembled subtly.

His mind reeled. The troublemaker was Yvette? What was happening? The thought of Vivian calling the police and seeking medical attention filled him with dread.

Silence fell after Vivian's outburst. She looked up to see Jackson approaching the woman in the baseball cap and mask.

Amidst stunned silence, he bowed respectfully. "Ms. Zeller, you are here. People on the top floor are waiting for you."

Jaws dropped. One interviewee even dropped his briefcase.

"Did you hear that? The manager called the person in the baseball cap 'Ms. Zeller'?"

"We're not deaf, those words were loud enough for everyone to hear."

"So she's the Chambers family's heiress, Yvette? The Goddess of Clusia?"

"A few days ago, the news said she returned to Seacrity, and it's true. Wow, this is incredible. I can't believe I saw the Goddess here!"

"I have to take a picture. My daughter likes her."

The tense confrontation transformed into a fan meeting. Vivian, utterly bewildered, was left unnoticed.

She thought, She's the Chambers family's heiress? No way. How could the Chambers family's heiress know someone as insignificant as Zoe and stand up for her?

Zoe, equally surprised, turned to Yvette. She had become a fan of Yvette after watching her competition. She never expected the person she admired had twice come to her rescue.

Jackson, nervous, watched as Yvette calmly stated, "Pull up the surveillance footage for this floor, and charge her with intentional harm."

Jackson stared at Vivian. Of all people, she'd chosen to antagonize Yvette.

Vivian, terrified, attempted to plead, but Yvette ignored her and entered the elevator.

To the still-shocked Zoe, Yvette said coldly, "Bring your resume over."

Under the envious stares of the other job seekers, Zoe followed Yvette into the elevator.

Jackson turned to the trembling Vivian. "Go and hire a lawyer, or you'll be toasted."

Vivian collapsed, gasping for breath. Hire a lawyer? Sue the Chambers Group? Which lawyer in Seacrity would dare take this case? Even if one did, the surveillance evidence is damning.

In the elevator, Yvette quickly reviewed Zoe's resume, ten lines at a glance. A minute later, she handed it back.

"Are you applying for the design department?"

Zoe nodded, reserved but grateful and awestruck. "Well, I majored in finance in college, but no one wants an investor with a disability, so I thought I'd try a different job."