Sabrina propped her chin on her hands, her eyes filled with envy, "He's already paved the way for his future wife so quickly. Mr. Moriarty is truly affectionate."
Joan also wore a face of envy and jealousy, "If she weren't the chairman's daughter, how could that mighty man in Los Angeles notice her?"
Sabrina shook her head in disagreement, "Miss Ortega is very outstanding herself, with such a high degree of education and such beauty. But speaking of appearance..."
Sabrina turned to look at Luana, "Luana looks a bit like the new CEO, don't you think?"
Joan also leaned in, "You're right. There is a resemblance, but I think Luana is more charming!"
Luana, with a pale face, said, "Don't talk nonsense," and then stood up and headed towards the restroom.
Sabrina looked at Luana's slightly thin back, feeling a bit worried, "What's wrong with Luana?"
Joan scoffed, "Maybe she feels envious because she looks like the CEO but doesn't have her good fortune."
Hearing this, Sabrina didn't continue the conversation.
She was well aware that Joan had a habit of saying one thing to one's face and another behind their back, so it was better to avoid further discussion with her.
Luana arrived at the restroom, took out her medication for heart pain, and without even looking for water, she swallowed it.
After a while, she began to feel a bit better, went to the faucet, washed her face with cold water, and then looked up at herself in the mirror.
Long-term illness had made her extremely thin, her cheeks sunken, and she looked lifeless, whereas Luna...
Lost in thought, the restroom door was pushed open, and Luna walked in gracefully in her high heels.
Her skin was smooth and delicate, with a healthy blush, and she exuded an aura of nobility and elegance.
She also had a high level of education, a combination of beauty and wisdom, all of which were out of reach for Luana.
When her gaze met Luna's, Luana suddenly felt a wave of inferiority and lowered her head, hastily grabbing a paper towel and turning to leave.
"Wait a moment," Luna suddenly called out to her.
Luana's heart rate spiked, as if she had done something wrong, and her body froze on the spot.
Although she was the victim who had been treated as a substitute, and she had done nothing wrong, she felt ashamed in front of the real person.
Luna approached her with a gentle smile on her face, "You are an assistant from the CEO's office, right?"
Luana tried to suppress her inner panic, kept her head down, and nodded to Luna, "Yes."
Luna looked at her watch to check the time and then said to her, "In half an hour, I will be convening a general meeting of shareholders. Could you make me a cup of coffee and bring it to the CEO's office?"
Luana knew Cline was still in the CEO's office and felt some resistance inside.
But since she hadn't resigned yet, she had to do what Luna asked.
She nodded in agreement, thinking she would ask Sabrina to deliver the coffee later.
Luna said, "Thank you," and then walked out with confident strides, exuding the aura of a CEO.
The confidence and radiant image she projected were in stark contrast to Luana's.
Illness had made Luana feel like an inferior copy of Luna, making her feel worthless.
Luana stood in place for a moment, composed herself, and then left the restroom and headed straight for the pantry.
She prepared coffee for Luna according to the chairman's usual taste and intended to ask Sabrina and the others to deliver it to the CEO's office.
However, they had been called to arrange the meeting room, so she had no choice but to deliver it herself.
"Come in," came Luna's sweet voice from inside.
Luana knew it would be very awkward for her once she went in.
After a long internal struggle, she finally mustered the courage to push the door open.
The moment the door opened, she saw Luna sitting on Cline's lap.
Despite being mentally prepared, her hand holding the coffee trembled involuntarily at the sight.
To avoid drawing attention to her, she quickly lowered her head and said, "Miss Ortega, your coffee is ready."
Luna seemed a bit embarrassed and said to Luana, "Just put it there."
Luana nodded, placed the coffee on the table, and turned to leave without even looking at Cline.
After leaving the CEO's office, Luana's legs felt weak, and she had to lean against the wall to stand.
The position they were in was Cline's favorite with her.
Although they hadn't done anything special, Luana's mind was filled with intimate moments she had shared with Cline.
The intimate positions he had used with her were probably the same ones he had used with Luna.
No, that wasn't right. The positions he had used with her were just ones he had used with Luna before.
Her existence was nothing more than a pitiful substitute...