The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1603 The Weird Woman

No young ladies could resist such a lovely lounge, especially with the chairs outfitted with comfy cushions.

Decorated predominantly in pink hues, the lounge resembled a whimsical tea party fit for princesses. The vibrant flower bouquets added to the charm, making the food on the table seem more appetizing.

Corporate workers knew that not every company boasted such a delightful environment. Even those with lounges lacked the charm found in Nexus Corporation unless they were specifically associated with the entertainment

sector.

However, the inexperienced students had no such knowledge. What they had only dreamed of was now right before their eyes, so it was only natural for them to be in awe.

One student, Camila Diez, rushed in gleefully and turned back to her peers. "This is exactly what I saw on TV! I want to work in a place like this when I grow up!" she exclaimed.

The others shared the same aspiration, though a sense of apprehension lingered beneath their excitement.

"Can we really eat all these?" one questioned worriedly.

"The lady said we could," came an assurance.

With that, the students shed their hesitations and took their seats. Upon noticing Wynter standing there, Camila grabbed her hand excitedly. "Come on, take a seat! We still have half an hour to wait. Let's chat a bit."

"That's right. Let's talk about how each of us got chosen," another student, Juniper Rhodes, suggested. She took an eager bite of her cake as her hunger took over.

Beside her, Brielle Charton shook her head and said, "I have no idea. They just told me to come, so here I am." "Aren't we selected based on our grades? Only the top students should be here, right?" Camila inquired.

"Definitely not. I come from an average class," Juniper countered.

"So, what's the basis for our selection, then?" Brielle asked in confusion.

"Whatever it is, we're simply lucky to be here!" Juniper declared.

The three young women engaged in a lively conversation, their faces glowing with excitement. However, one student, Elsie Ferguson, remained silent throughout the conversation. Her expression was more one of fear than excitement.

Wynter looked at Elsie and asked, "Why haven't you said anything? Is something bothering you?"

Raising her head, Elsie glanced around the room before inquiring, "I got here before you all, and something has me concerned. Can you help me figure it out?"

The young women agreed and gave Elsie their full attention. Lowering her voice, Elsie shared, "Something strange happened before you arrived. One of the employees suddenly flipped out and told us to leave. She seemed really panicked."

Camila was puzzled by her words. "She told you to leave? What does that mean?"

"Exactly! I feel like she thought we might be in danger. Do you think something's wrong with this company?" Elsie wondered aloud.

"That can't be. If there was a problem, our schools wouldn't have sent us here," Juniper countered.

"But it's so weird. The questions they asked during the interview felt off. It was like the interviewer wasn't from Cascadia," Elsie pressed on doubtfully.

"Girl, we're going to be exchange students. Of course, they'll ask those kinds of questions." Brielle scoffed. "Well, I guess I've been overthinking things." Elsie sighed.

Just then, the door suddenly swung open, and a woman with disheveled hair and stained work clothes barged in.

Her eyes widened as she spotted the desserts on the table. "Didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still here? Are you..."Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Before she could finish her words, a shout erupted. "Over there! She must be there! That crazy woman is wreaking havoc!"

Someone replied, "No need to look any further. The cameras show she's in the lounge."

Indeed, there was no need for further searching since the pursuers were storming in.

The panic and fear etched on the woman's face was palpable. When she realized that the lounge was also under surveillance, she closed her eyes in despair.

Even so, she continued to urge the young women, "Don't stay here! You need to leave now! Don't pass the first interview. As long as you fail..."