Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 114

The event staff and hostesses had all but turned into star-struck fans, as if they’d break out glow sticks and cheer for Xenia at any moment.

The backdrop at the check-in desk flaunted not only the logos of the two partnering companies, but also featured a large photo of Xenia herself, along with a glowing profile detailing her role as the lead designer—center stage, naturally.

After checking in and posing for photos, Xenia took to the stage for her speech. Even as seasoned professionals in the industry threw pointed questions her way, she handled each one with polished, airtight answers—confident, unfazed, not a hint of weakness.

Dressed in a chic, elegant suit with a touch of Parisian flair, Xenia exuded sophistication. Her speaking style was just as refined—poised, articulate, and utterly professional.

Yvonne couldn’t help but be impressed. So, this was what happened when a privileged heiress actually put in the work. She had to admit, Xenia was formidable.

But Yvonne had no intention of getting involved. Glancing at the clock and seeing her shift was nearly over, she made her way toward the staff lounge to grab her bag and slip out.

As she passed the emergency exit, she caught the sound of a stranger’s voice through the heavy fire door.

Curious, Yvonne edged closer. The man behind the door was speaking calmly, methodically, about the development process and applications of some intelligent systems project.

When he finished, Xenia’s voice echoed from the main hall, delivering an answer that was—word for word—the same.

Yvonne’s clear eyes widened in surprise.

That voice behind the door… It sounded oddly familiar.

Could it be that Xenia was just a figurehead? Was the actual work the result of a professional team’s efforts instead?

The thought shocked her. A moment ago she’d felt admiration, but now all she felt was disdain.

So this was how the wealthy played their games—no shortage of secrets and shadows.

She heard the Q&A session in the hall wrapping up, and realized the man behind the door might step out at any moment. Quick on her feet, Yvonne ducked into the staff lounge to hide.

Sure enough, moments later she heard the fire door open.

Then came the click of high heels approaching, and Xenia’s voice, crisp and commanding: “Cedric, today’s launch was a success. Keep up the good work. If things go my way, you can expect your efforts to be rewarded.”

Yvonne looked up—and her heart skipped a beat.

It was Xenia, flanked by her entourage of bodyguards.

Xenia strode in, radiating poise and power, while her guards followed, arms loaded with gifts and gourmet hampers. Clearly, she was heading to visit Grandma Hamilton as well.

The bodyguard held the elevator door open while Xenia stepped inside, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Yvonne shrank back into the corner, silently praying not to be noticed.

As Xenia surveyed the elevator buttons, her eyes narrowed. She spotted the floor Yvonne had selected. Her gaze snapped to the lone figure in the corner, sharp as a hawk’s.

“You’re going to the nineteenth floor? What’s your relationship with Grandma Hamilton?” Xenia demanded coldly.

Yvonne glanced at the lit button. In that instant, she felt as if she’d been plunged into an ice bath—cold from head to toe.