As Tiffany and Anna made their way to the Luke Corporation's cafeteria, they noticed several pairs of eyes following them, whispers spreading like wildfire.
"Is that Anna Ives, the chief designer from the international fashion brand?"
"Yeah, right, chief designer. She probably came up with this whole scheme just to get close to Mr. Luke. She even claimed her son was his illegitimate child. Tsk, tsk."
"Isn't she Tina Ives' sister? Stealing her own sister's husband, what a move!"
"If someone hadn't cleared up the illegitimate child rumor today, we might've all been fooled."
Hearing the gossip, Tiffany's expression darkened. She marched straight over, her anger sharp and unrestrained.
"Luke Corporation didn't hire you to spread rumors! Eat your lunch quietly. If I hear any more of this, you can pack up your things and leave!"
The women, who had been gossiping eagerly, froze in shock.
