Standing by the roadside, she watched as Chester Yale steered his car into the parking lot.
Evelyn Sherman did not wait for him to go in together; instead, she took the lead and walked inside.
Upon reaching the VIP waiting area in the lobby, she sat down, took out her cell phone, and sent a message to Grace Yakov; then quietly waited there.
"Secretary Sherman, this isn't a place where you can sit—can't you read?" Suddenly, a mocking voice came from behind her.
Evelyn Sherman paused, put her phone away, and looked over her shoulder.
She saw a few young female receptionists walking towards her.
Seeing her seated in the VIP area, they seized the opportunity and spoke without mercy.
"What do you know? She thinks because she's climbed the social ladder with Mr. Chester, she can become a phoenix and soar. What's this VIP area to her? She's probably even aspiring to become the Yale Group's Young Mistress!"
