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    Not only had she thought of it, but she was already on it.


    Of course, Roseanne couldn''t spill the beans to him, only saying:


    "There''s always a light at the end of the tunnel. We''ll figure something out."


    "Well then-best of luck to you guys."


    With those words, he turned to leave.


    "Carlson!" Suddenly, Roseanne called out to him, "Sometimes, you''ve got to be a bit selfish, think more about yourself. After all, you can''t live under someone else''s roof forever, bending over backwards, right?"


    Carlson cracked a smile: "Thanks for the heads up. I''ll keep that in mind."


    "What? You didn''t get the keys?" Edna furrowed her brows in frustration, ring at Hertha standing before her with a displeased expression: "How do you even manage things?!"


    "Roseanne said the keys were already handed over, and she even pulled out the rule book on me, saying that''s how things are supposed to be done, so she couldn''t give them to me. What was I supposed to do, wrestle her for them?!"


    Hertha was clearly getting impatient.


    Edna''s using tone was really getting on her nerves.


    Was it her fault?


    Going to Roseanne for the keys was already a stretch.


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    Now Edna was acting as if everything was her fault. Hertha might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she wasn''tpletely clueless either!


    "Ms. Edna, I''ve got to ask, why are you so hell-bent on getting the keys from Roseanne?"


    "A crummy oldb, what''s there to covet? Oh, right, there is that one CPRT machine. But don''t we already have two? Why the greed?"


    After a barrage of questions, Edna reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, instantly bristling-


    "You ask too many questions! If only you were as efficient with your tasks as you are with your mouth, maybe then you wouldn''t fail at such a simple task!"


    Who was Hertha?


    A born silver spooner, not used to taking any ck.


    She had given Edna her due respect because Edna had pulled some strings to get her into the graduate program.


    But she had also given Edna plenty of nice things!


    Bird''s nest soup, jade jewelry, you name it, totaling up to a handsome seven-figure sum.


    And recently, she''d even sold a few of her beloved designer bags to finance another CPRT machine.


    As her financial contributions increased, Hertha''s gratitude towards Edna gradually wore thin.


    As the saying goes, he who pays the piper calls the tune.


    Since when did benefactors take insults lying down?


    The rtionship between her and Edna was purely transactional, money being the glue. So why bother with gratitude?


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    "Oh, and by the way, I think Sybil would be perfect for this. She''s got the gall, the gumption, and since she''s your niece, you can guide her personally."


    The rtionship between Edna and Sybil was an open secret.


    It was just that no one had pointed it out openly.


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    “Quinn, my bad this time. You did what you could. It''s okay about the keys, not a big deal.”


    Hertha responded emotionlessly, “If there''s nothing else, I''ll be going.”


    “Sure, go ahead," Edna said, smiling as she watched her leave.


    Once the door was shut and Hertha was out of the office, Edna, consumed with anger, smashed a couple of pencil holders.