The department managers and supervisors were all surprised and didn't understand why Jiang Yimei had asked Manager Yan to go to the president's office alone.

They had heard that Jiang Yimei and Manager Yan used to work in the same department, and that Manager Yan was Jiang Yimei's superior, for which Jiang Yimei had suffered a lot.

Now that their positions have reversed, Jiang Yimei may be trying to use her current power to avenge past grievances.

They felt sorry for Manager Yan, that he had gotten involved with this favored woman.

However, it was all Manager Yan's fault, and she has to bear the consequences herself.

After being called out, the old witch was completely distracted and uneasy.

She had thought this day would come, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

What is meant to be will be. If Jiang Yimei is determined to get rid of her, then she will not hesitate.

Lin Congzhi felt that the girl seemed to have become smarter, and all his efforts had not been in vain.

He made the young woman the general manager and the old witch the marketing manager, all so that the young woman could take revenge and the old witch could experience the same pain that Jiang Yimei had suffered.

He won't interfere in this matter; Jiang Yimei can do whatever she wants.

...

Jiang Yimei returned to her office with an air of arrogance, put down her things, sat down in a chair, and had the old witch who followed her in close the door.

Looking at Jiang Yimei, who sat in the chair with an air of confidence, decisiveness, and icy coldness, the old witch felt a chill in her heart. Not daring to disobey, she immediately did as she was told.

Staring at the trembling, groveling old witch, Jiang Yimei felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Although she wasn't someone who hated evil or sought revenge, seeing the once-powerful old witch become so weak lessened the resentment buried deep in her heart.

She summoned the old witch not to demote or drive her away, but to find out something.

After the old witch returned and closed the door, she asked with an iron fist, "How did you manage to complete the translation of the document from the day before yesterday in just a few hours?"

The old witch hadn't expected that Jiang Yimei had come for this matter, which made her both happy and uneasy.

If Jiang Yimei uses this incident to fire her, then things will be terrible.

Before the results were released, she still wanted to argue: "I translated it myself."

Jiang Yimei's expression changed drastically, her whole demeanor turning cold and ruthless: "Tell me the truth."

His sinister gaze was terrifying, like a ferocious beast about to leap out and devour her.

The old witch had never been so frightened; she felt as if a great calamity was about to befall her.

She felt that Jiang Yimei should find out something, and if she didn't confess honestly, she might end up being fired.

To keep her job, she answered cautiously, "I...I used translation software."

Jiang Yimei's thin, sharp lips exhaled a chilling breath: "Who told you to do this?"

The old witch felt wronged: "President Jiang, you didn't say I couldn't use it, did you?"

Jiang Yimei retorted sharply, "I told you to translate it yourself. Didn't you hear me clearly, or did you not hear me at all?"

The old witch, who had been too afraid to sit down, was scolded until she lowered her head, her eyes darting away, and she dared not argue back.

The hand that kept circling at the hem of the clothes had nowhere to go.

Seeing that she was terrified, a few minutes later, a satisfied Jiang Yimei reluctantly took out three documents and threw them on the table: "Here are three English documents. Take them back and translate them carefully. If there are any mistakes, you will be held responsible. Remember, no more translation software."