Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 230

**Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**

Tatiana’s heart raced as she paced her office, her mind swirling with disbelief. Who on earth would dare to hurl such curses at the Chairman? Did this woman possess a death wish, or was she simply oblivious to the consequences of her actions?

Yet, as the tension in the room thickened, it became evident that the Chairman was not enraged, as one might expect. Instead, a peculiar smile danced across his lips, a grin that suggested he was savoring the chaos.

The collective thought among the onlookers was unmistakable: *The Chairman is getting weirder.*

Once Tatiana finished her tirade, the other party on the line fell into an eerie silence before abruptly hanging up. A wave of satisfaction washed over her, a fleeting relief from the pent-up frustration that had been building inside. Little did she know, her passionate outburst had ignited a spark of pleasure in Jasper. It had been ages since he had heard her voice brimming with life and vigor. In the waning days of their relationship, she had grown distant, her emotions dulled like stagnant water. Only in the rarest of dreams did he catch a glimpse of the vibrant girl she once was. To him, her anger was a welcome change from the cold indifference that had settled between them.

If Windy could read his mind at this moment, she would undoubtedly label him a pervert! His condition was spiraling out of control!

Tatiana had anticipated that her fierce words would cause the recipient to retreat, but she had gravely underestimated his audacity.

“Maybe you should come take a look?” the assistant suggested hesitantly.

“Hm?” Tatiana glanced up from her work, sensing an ominous shift in the air.

“What is it?” she inquired, curiosity piqued.

“Just come see,” the assistant urged, her tone laced with urgency.

With a furrowed brow, Tatiana stood and followed her outside. What awaited her was a scene of utter silence, punctuated only by the soft whir of machinery.

Dozens of drones hovered just outside her office window. At the sixteenth floor, they formed an extravagant arrangement resembling a gigantic, exquisite pink rose. It was impossible to miss.

Her colleagues gathered by the windows, their faces alight with astonishment, gasping in unison at the breathtaking spectacle.

The assistant leaned closer, her voice barely a whisper. “They just flew up. I think… they’re probably for Tati?”

In that moment, Tatiana felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness wash over her, a feeling she had never encountered before. She was at a loss; if this continued, her work would undoubtedly suffer.

As if on cue, Anna approached her, whispering, “The director wants to see you.”

With a heavy heart, Tatiana steeled herself for the inevitable and made her way to the director’s office, already guessing the reason for the summons.

As she entered, she found the director wearing a troubled expression, though he managed a smile. “I know you probably don’t appreciate this either, but we need to maintain some decorum in the company. These past few days, you’ve completely captivated all the young women here. They’re all dreaming of landing a rich husband now.”

His words, though laced with humor, made Tatiana’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. She wished she could just vanish into the floor.

“I apologize for the disruption. I’ll take care of this right away,” she promised, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

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