After Charlie Wade went outside, he saw Claire Wilson hiding behind a column, sobbing. He approached slowly, removed his coat, draped it over her, and said, "My dear, don't be sad. The supervisor position at Wilson Group is nothing special; you can do much better."

"No, you don't understand," Claire Wilson sobbed dejectedly. "If I become director, my parents can finally hold their heads high in the family again. How could Grandma go back on her word?"

Charlie Wade continued, "Who knows? Maybe they'll be begging you to be director. Think about it – with your face like this, you won't look your best on stage later…"

"It's no use," she said. "Grandma's already made the announcement; there's no turning back. You go back inside. Leave me alone…"

Just then, Mrs. Wilson and Harold rushed out. The old woman was out of breath, followed by a crowd of onlookers eager to witness the drama. Harold saw Charlie and Claire immediately. He rushed forward, stared at Claire's tear-streaked face, and blurted anxiously, "Claire, hurry and find Miss Young; ask her not to cancel our agreement!"

Claire looked at him in confusion. "Cancel our agreement? Why?"

Harold exclaimed indignantly, "Stop pretending! You must have told Miss Young to humiliate me in front of everyone! If you don't fix this, I won't let you go!"

Slap! Mrs. Wilson slapped Harold and scolded angrily, "How dare you talk to your sister like that, you bastard! She's the director of our Wilson Group!"

Harold stamped his foot. "Granny… didn't you say you wanted me to be director?"

"If you hadn't manipulated me, why would I have changed my mind so suddenly? If you continue behaving like this, leave the Wilson family!"

Harold was furious after being slapped twice, but he swallowed his anger.

Mrs. Wilson turned to Claire and pleaded, "Claire, please, I beg you. You're now the director of the Wilson family; please explain this to Miss Young. Otherwise, we're ruined!"

Claire looked at Charlie in confusion.

Charlie shrugged. "I told you they'd come begging you to be director, and you didn't believe me. See? Your makeup's smudged now…"

Claire blushed and wiped her tears. "Then I'll try contacting Emgrand."

She called Doris. All eyes were on her.

After a brief call, she began, "Miss Young, my grandmother wants me to tell you that I've been promoted to director of Wilson Group and will be in charge of the project with Emgrand Group. I hope you'll give us another chance."

Doris chuckled. "Of course. If you're the director and in charge of the project, there's no problem; we can continue. If someone else is chosen, the deal is off…"

"Miss Young… thank you, thank you so much…"

Claire felt bewildered. It seemed Emgrand Group was inexplicably helping her.

Doris smiled. "It's all my chairman's idea. Perhaps he'll explain it to you directly soon…"

Claire was even more confused. Who was the chairman? She'd never met him, yet he was helping her immensely.

"So, could you please return to the hall?" Claire asked nervously. Doris had left earlier because of the family drama; inviting her back would be awkward. Surprisingly, Doris agreed. Soon, Doris's car returned to the hotel, sending a shockwave through the crowd. Everyone looked at Claire with a mixture of awe and apprehension.