Yvette showed no expression, her gaze calm. Slowly unwrapping a candy she’d pulled from her pocket, she asked unhurriedly, “Want to change a job?”

Zoe, stunned, nodded blankly.

At the top level of the Chambers Group, a conference room capable of holding hundreds was sparsely populated; only a few dozen were present. Shareholders and department managers from the Chambers Group were gathered. This was the first day the eldest Chambers family member assumed control, and punctuality was paramount. Yet, beneath the veneer of formality, each attendee harbored their own agenda.

Aside from Zachary's controlling 55% stake, Nelson and Warron, each holding 10%, were the largest shareholders, wielding considerable influence. Having learned of Yvette's imminent arrival yesterday, they'd quickly formed an alliance. An international chess champion, she possessed undeniable skill, but this was business; chess prowess held little relevance. Yvette, a college student, seemed ill-equipped to lead the Chambers Group. The company wasn't that large; they felt their presence alone was sufficient. Moreover, they’d heard Zachary was vacationing in the countryside.

Without Zachary's support, a young woman like Yvette would be helpless. Nelson and Warron arrived prepared, armed with a carefully crafted plan to embarrass her.

In the conference room, Nelson sipped his coffee, then feigned a glance at the door. “Why is she always late? Only three minutes remain, and she's oblivious to everyone waiting. Young people these days lack maturity,” he remarked.

Warron, a lean man in his fifties, understood Nelson's attempt to discredit Yvette and readily played along. “Well, she is the boss; it's only right we wait. But my age is catching up; this waiting is exhausting,” he added.

Nelson heartily praised Warron, “Nonsense, you're still as strong as ever! The Chambers Group couldn't function without you.” The flattery visibly pleased Warron. The veteran executives immediately understood the game afoot.

The usually discordant Nelson and Warron displayed an unprecedented unity, their factions aligning in the meeting room.

Precisely at 1:30, the door opened. At the sight of the newcomer, silence fell. The vast room hushed, breathing almost imperceptible.

Yvette stood in the doorway, clad in a cartoon tracksuit and baseball cap; only her cool eyes were visible, projecting a casual air. Lucas stood behind her to the right, another person to her left. Glancing around the room, she lightheartedly observed, “Quite lively, huh?”

Nelson, Warron, and the other executives were jolted back to reality. They’d expected Yvette in formal attire. Her casual clothing—a blatant disregard for the occasion—was a humiliation.

Nelson's displeasure was palpable; Warron, despite his usual practiced smile, couldn't conceal his disdain. Lucas sighed, anticipating trouble.

The Chambers Group was frequently thrown into chaos by Nelson and Warron's actions, their significant combined 20% shareholding and seniority making them difficult to directly confront. Zachary usually overlooked their minor transgressions. This had emboldened them, fostering arrogance.

Yvette calmly walked past them and took her seat at the head of the table. Zoe, nervous beside her, felt anxious. Moments before, she'd agreed to be Yvette's secretary for a week, her future employment contingent on her performance.

Yvette casually removed her cap, revealing long hair, then her mask. Stunned silence descended; gasps of surprise punctuated the hush. She was strikingly beautiful, her beauty unprecedented in their experience. Even Zoe was taken aback; televised shots had not conveyed her true radiance.

Yvette looked up, her dark eyes bright, a slight frown creasing her brow. Her fingers tapped the table. “Let’s start the meeting.”

A chill ran through the room. Warron and Nelson exchanged glances. Yvette’s imposing presence didn't deter their plans.

Warron spoke first, addressing Yvette with false cordiality, “Ms. Chambers, I'm Warron, a 10% shareholder. If you have any questions settling in, please feel free to ask. My office is just below yours. You haven't graduated yet, right? Company matters are complex; don't hesitate to seek clarification.”

He sipped his coffee, a cheerful smile fixed in place, waiting for her response. The room's atmosphere shifted subtly. Warron was subtly undermining her authority. If Yvette didn't handle this deftly, Warron would overshadow her immediately.

Yvette pulled out her phone, opening a pet game; her virtual husky was having puppies. She immersed herself in the app, ignoring Warron.

His anger flared. Playing on her phone? Does she think she’s at home?

Just as he was about to speak, Yvette looked up, her eyebrows raised, a hint of rebellion in her eyes. Her legs crossed, she leaned back comfortably, a smirk playing on her lips. “Is ten percent really that impressive? And why would I need your help? Who do you think you—"