After Roxanne put her phone down, she read the details about the research institute's recent use of herbs. A throbbing headache began.

She'd planned it all the night before: she would ask Jonathan to introduce her to herb suppliers. However, Queen Group had given them benefits earlier that day. Another favor would seem greedy. She'd hesitated during their earlier call and hadn't mentioned it.

Therefore, she had to contact the senior colleagues she'd met at the medical conference. She wondered if they remembered her.

Exhausted from a tiring day and a sleepless night, Roxanne felt frustrated as she scrolled through her contacts. Everything had been going smoothly at the institute; they'd completed several major projects under her leadership. Yet, in an instant, they were back to square one—worse, in fact. It was all thanks to Sonya.

Roxanne felt a surge of fury. "I didn't do anything wrong," she thought. "Why won't Sonya leave me alone?" Her anger intensified when her calls went unanswered. Furrowing her brows, she weakly massaged her temples, acknowledging her helplessness.

Meanwhile, Frieda felt wronged. Alfred had berated her and taken away her power at Queen Group. She'd complained to Aubree, but her anger only grew, leaving her sleepless. [The sentence about the website is irrelevant and should be removed.]

The next morning, after breakfast, Frieda rushed to Queen Group. She wouldn't protest to Alfred, but she would convince Jonathan.

Just as Jonathan ended Roxanne's call, he heard a commotion.

"Ms. Queen, Mr. Queen is currently working. If you don't have an appointment—"

"What is she doing here?"

Jonathan's head ached. He rose, told his assistant to leave, and then frowned at his sister before returning to his office.

Frieda followed him. She sat on the couch and surveyed the room. Despite scolding her the previous day, Jonathan doted on his sister. Despite his solemn expression, he poured her a cup of coffee and sat opposite her. Patiently, he asked, "Why are you here so early?"

Smiling, Frieda took the coffee, then huffed. "Why can't I come without a reason? I'm part of the Queen family, too!"

Jonathan replied, exasperated, "You were never this early, even when you worked here."

Frieda fell silent, awkwardly sipping her coffee to hide her guilt. Jonathan saw through her, but remained silent, grabbing some documents and reading them while waiting for her confession.

Finally, Frieda said, "Jonathan, can you talk to Grandpa? Ask him to let me stay at Queen Group."

Jonathan paused his reading and grimaced. "Give me a reason."

Frieda's anger surged at his grim expression. "I've humbled myself, and he's still acting like this. It's as if I've done something terrible!"