As the heiress of the Lewis family, Carolyn found it utterly demeaning to be doing such menial work within the company. She had only taken the cleaning job because Monique instructed her to stir up trouble for Chloe, who was becoming a growing nuisance. When Chloe spotted Carolyn loitering nearby, she knew exactly why she was there. Without breaking stride, she issued a cool directive. "The conference room needs cleaning later." Then she continued down the hall, leaving Carolyn frozen in disbelief. Carolyn's face twisted into a look of utter disbelief. Had Chloe just ordered her around like some hired help? Clean the conference room? The audacity. Who did she think she was? There was no way Carolyn would take orders from her. ***** Inside the boardroom, the atmosphere was just as tense. "Mr. Lewis, you can't seriously be allowing Chloe to make reckless moves like this." "The one-month deadline was already ambitious, but this kind of rash decision will run the company into the ground." "If she really severs ties with Myers Group and halts their capital injection, Lewis Group won't survive the month." Faced with the shareholders' relentless criticisms, Scott avoided direct engagement. There was no point wasting words. As he stood to leave, he stated firmly, "Chloe has full authority to make decisions within the one-month window. Let's leave it at that." Outside, Carolyn hurried toward him. "Dad, are you alright? Today, I was only—" Scott cut her off, his eyes briefly dropping to the apron she wore. His expression tightened as he recalled his own embarrassing moment earlier, hastily tearing up documents after the meeting. "Go clean the conference room," he said flatly before walking away. Carolyn stood speechless, anger simmering inside her. Seriously? What on earth was with everyone's attitude lately? The other executives and shareholders filed out, still murmuring among themselves about Chloe's boldness. Claiming she could not only stabilize the collapsing Lewis Group but also achieve profitability within a month? It sounded like a bluff—but still, a small part of them hoped she could pull it off. "She's tough, I'll give her that. If she actually turns this around in a month, I'll be the first to acknowledge her capability.""You said it. Maybe she does have what it takes. Let's see what the next month brings." Carolyn overheard their remarks, her grip tightening around the mop handle. That scheming Chloe was already winning people over so easily? If this continued, Chloe would cement her position as the true heir to Lewis Group—something Carolyn could never allow. She needed to find a way to expose Chloe's weaknesses and drive her out for good. Just then, Monique's voice cut through her thoughts. "Carolyn? What are you doing here?" Carolyn turned to see her mother emerging from the boardroom, accompanied by Ernesto and two other senior executives. "Mom, I just popped by to check in. I... " Carolyn dropped her voice, eager to tell her mother she'd come to scope things out. The memory of Chloe ordering her around still rubbed her the wrong way, so she leaned in and murmured hastily, "Chloe told me to clean the conference room—even Dad... " Catching sight of the onlookers, she swiftly shifted gears. "Even Dad said I should do it. What am I supposed to do?" Monique shot Carolyn a sharp glare, signaling her to watch her tongue. She took Carolyn's hand, pulled her aside, and spoke in a low, urgent tone, "Carolyn, you're in the company now. Don't be reckless—you need to keep a good rapport with people and play it smart. Do you remember what I told you before?" Carolyn gave a slight nod. "I understand, Mom. I'll find Chloe's weak spot and make sure she's humiliated. She'll be forced out of Lewis Group." Monique gave an approving hum. "Clean the conference room for now. I have to go." With a subtle glance toward Ernesto, she walked off, heels clicking confidently. Ernesto lingered briefly, his eyes meeting Carolyn's. He seemed about to approach her, but the executives beside him were deep in conversation. With a quiet sigh, he turned and followed them out. Soon, the hallway was empty. Carolyn stood fuming outside the conference room until one of the regular cleaners arrived. Mistaking Carolyn for part of the cleaning staff, the woman said offhandedly, "I'll handle the offices downstairs. You take care of the main conference room." Then she gathered her supplies and left. Fury boiled inside Carolyn. First Chloe, then her father, and now this cleaner—everyone thought they could boss her around. She was a Lewis, the true heir to this company. How dare they treat her like hired help? Just wait. When the day comes that I'm in charge, I'll make sure every one of them pays.