Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 88 Envious and Resentful Miss Keller
In the spacious and elegant reception room of the most upscale clubhouse in Riverdale, the classical decor and exquisite
mahogany furniture were complemented by genuine Picasso masterpieces hanging on the walls, and the air filled with the
fragrance of earl grey tea.
The dignified and elegant Queen was completely mesmerized by Melinda’s works when she saw them and was thoroughly
impressed. “These are amazing. They possess an irresistible quality. I’m not exaggerating at all. I can tell the design concepts at
once without you telling me.”
Melinda sat next to the Queen, and to everyone’s surprise, she spoke Brundelian too. “My design. inspiration comes from life
and is easily understood, but I have put a lot of effort into my designs.”
Deeply attracted by her young and gentle temperament, the Queen turned to her. “You are truly remarkable. You seem to have
designed the essence of life.”
“Thank you for your recognition.”
“I heard you’re not a designer under the Fox Group.” The Queen smiled and looked at the man sitting not far away. “Are you Mrs.
Fox?”
With a smile, Melinda nodded, her eyes as clear and bright as a crystal.
You and Mr. Fox are well matched.”
“Thank you.”
Melinda was invited by the Queen to sit next to her while she flipped through each design. Patiently, she explained her design
concepts as the Queen listened intently, often amused by her down-to-earth words. Meanwhile, Stanley sat on a nearby single
couch, elegantly crossing his legs and sipping his coffee, listening to their conversation.
Outside the glass door, Monica looked at the scene for a long time and could not believe her eyes. Why did Stanley bring
Melinda here? And the atmosphere looks harmonious. An uneducated woman from the countryside is sitting next to the Queen
and novelxo.com fast updatemaking her laugh? They are even chatting intimately. What is the stack of papers the Queen is
holding in her hand? Design sketches? Her eyes were stinging from what she saw. Where do the design sketches come from?

At that moment, Lydia forcibly pulled her away to the adjacent reception room, afraid she would rush in. After closing the door,
she said, “It seems like the problem has been resolved, Miss Keller.”
“How?” Monica was confused. As she lowered her voice, she asked, “Where did those sketches come from? Are those Stanley’s
designs? But why did he give them to Melinda to explain? She’s not even a designer in the company. Does she think that she’s
suddenly one of us after dressing up? She’s just an uneducated woman from the countryside. What right does she have?”
“In any case, the company crisis has been weathered, right?” Lydia was very calm. “Mr. Fox’s expression was relaxed, and the
Queen was also smiling. The company didn’t suffer any losses, so it’s good. Don’t worry about whose sketches they are. It’s
better to have someone solve the problem than for us to apologize.”
Although the company suffered no losses, Monica was not having it. Why is that uneducated woman allowed to help the
company? She is not worthy of being with Stanley!
Three hours later, the Queen stood up and embraced Melinda, expressing her appreciation for her work once again. “It has been
wonderful today, Mrs. Fox. I will take these sketches with me because I love them
so much. The royal family will strictly follow your design when producing them, so there may be more communication needed in
the future.”
“Okay, no problem,” Melinda replied happily, knowing she had helped Stanley tremendously,
Then, the Queen shook hands with him. “Thank you for today. Looking forward to our next collaboration.”
“Thank you for your recognition, he replied politely.
With a kind smile, the Queen said, “See you at the banquet tonight. Remember to bring Mrs. Fox along. I genuinely like her.
She’s such an interesting girl.”
“Sure, Your Majesty.”
Soon later, Stanley and Melinda saw the Queen off and watched the car drive away.
“Shall I take you home first?” he asked Melinda in front of his Lamborghini. “I’ll pick you up later for dinner.”
She agreed, and he drove her home before returning to the company.

On the other hand, Monica had moved back to her own office, looking rather unwell. She had stayed up late last night and drunk
too much. Furthermore, seeing what had happened at the clubhouse earlier had given her a headache.
She did not snap out of it until Stanley appeared in her office. “Come to the banquet tonight,” he said calmly. “The crisis has been
weathered. I showed the Queen some sketches today, and she adores them. very much.”