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Being true to her usual self, Grace Ziegler tried on her dress, a deep V-neck, strapless red gown, and she was pleased with her selection.

She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself proudly, posing in different ways to admire her perfect reflection.

Ignorant of others’ whispers and mutterings, she believed that at tomorrow’s party, she would cause a great sensation, even if she wasn’t the brightest star of the night.

Other than the Chief Secretary, all her coworkers wore a smirk of mockery as they contemptuously watched her.

The Chief Secretary masked a smile, gazing at Grace with a calm countenance, “You look lovely, that dress suits you well. But as a side note, Chief Daniel Marshall’s employee benefits cover up to ten thousand yuan. If the dress of your choice exceeds this, kindly cover the extra cost yourself.”

Grace slightly tilted her head and shot a retaliatory look at the Chief Secretary, “I am well aware, I can afford it, I want this dress.”

“Great, as long as you’re happy!” The Chief Secretary raised an eyebrow but his tone remained cool and unruffled.

However, her colleagues did not show Grace any mercy and were keen to tread on her, “Grace, are you planning to outshine Mrs. Marshall? You want to be the center of attention?”

“She is quite impressive!”

“Real ladies wouldn’t keep up such a show. Unlike the nouveau riche, Mrs. Marshall has taste. A class she effortlessly maintains that the others fail to match, no matter how attractive they dress.”

At the right moment, the Chief Secretary stepped in and his serious cold tone resonated, “Enough already, this is a high-end boutique, not a grocery market. We are representing the image of the Marshall Corporation, let’s not embarrass ourselves.

From what I know of Chief Daniel Marshall, only designer dresses tailored by world-renowned fashion houses are good enough for Mrs. Olivia Marshall. In other words, they make custom dresses specifically for her needs, making them exclusive. Even current pop actresses would be overshadowed.”

“Therefore, there’s no need for you to worry about wearing the same dress as Mrs. Marshall because that just won’t happen. Even the colour of her dress, you could never guess. There’s no need to be so self-conscious.”

Only the Chief Secretary spoke with rationale, except for Grace, the others soon dispersed.

Although the Secretary did not name her directly, Grace knew she’d been put in her place.

Despite feeling uncomfortable, Grace put on a brave face to bolster her confidence.

She chose not to change her dress, she wanted to wear the red gown so badly that she would willingly pay the extra cost of two thousand yuan.

Even if she didn’t outdo Mrs. Marshall, Grace continued to feel she was perfect and that her dress complemented her in every way.

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The HR department, responsible for organizing the year-end party, made thorough arrangements. A hundred makeup artists were on standby, offering their services for free to employees who needed makeup and hairstyling. They began their service at noon for the entire corporation.

All the colleagues from the CEO’s secretarial office went for their makeovers. But Grace preferred to get her hair and makeup done at a salon, for which she paid, before donning her deep V-neck, strapless, fitted red gown.

Due to the corporation’s rules stating that all staff must enter the venue before six o’clock, Grace reluctantly made her red carpet entrance ahead of Chief Marshall’s arrival.

Before the arrival of the heavyweights, the media caught in the press zone seemed listless and were reluctant to take any more photos. Only the corporation’s photographers, appointed by HR, were available to take photos of their fellow employees.

Despite this, Grace remained confident, and still felt perfect. But there wasn’t a single media outlet that photographed her or even gave her a glance.