Emily Blair maintained a measured composure; after nodding politely to the other staff members, she spun on her heel and left the room.

She didn't notice that, as soon as she stepped out, Isabella Austin shifted the conversation, turning to Mr. Parker with an apologetic tone.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Parker," she said, her voice tinged with regret. "My sister was terribly rude for interrupting you without permission. Please accept my apologies on her behalf.” She sighed, shaking her head. "Emily's been upset with me and my husband lately. She wouldn't even look at me just now. Honestly, I'm at my wit's end with her."

Mr. Parker's brow furrowed. "That's unfortunate. Before I knew who she was, I thought she was a promising young woman. I didn't expect her to be that kind of girl."

Isabella let out a weary sigh, her expression a mix of helplessness and sisterly understanding. “My husband's family never really paid her much attention when she was growing up, so she's turned out this way. We suspected she'd try to reach out to you, which is why we wanted to warn you in advance. I hope you won't hold it against her."

Mr. Parker hesitated. “Ms. Blair—did she really do those things?"

Isabella shook her head, resignation in her voice. "I'm afraid so."

"A few years back, she was caught plagiarizing. Our family was beside itself trying to salvage her reputation. Just as things started to settle down, she ran off to the city to start her own business. To her credit, she has a knack for it—her company's doing quite well."

"These days, she's been reaching out to partner with brands and develop new games. As her sister, I should be helping her." Isabella managed a rueful smile. “But because of her past, I just can't put my full trust in her. I mean, anyone would have doubts, given her history. I also know how much you value originality, Mr. Parker- you'd never tolerate plagiarism. I just worry that if she got the rights to your game, she might do something to harm its reputation."

Mr. Parker shook his head in disbelief. "I owe you my thanks. If you hadn't told me, I might have actually sold her the rights. She really does play the piano beautifully— you know me, I have a weakness for talented musicians. Sometimes I get so swept away I lose all sense of reason."

Isabella smiled graciously. “No need to thank me. It's just what any responsible relative would do. I hope this hasn't caused you too much trouble."

Mr. Parker laughed heartily. “Not at all. It's just a shame—a girl that talented and beautiful, yet she resorts to plagiarism. I hope you and your husband can guide her, keep her from repeating her mistakes. Maybe one day she'll grow into someone as wonderful as you."

Isabella's lips curled into a gentle smile. “Of course. My husband and I will do our best."

A staff member nearby couldn't help but remark, "Ms. Austin, you're easily the kindest, most understanding woman from Eldervale I've ever met. Even after everything she's done, you still worry about your sister. She could learn a lot from you."

A glimmer of something unreadable flashed in Isabella's eyes. "Thank you. That's very kind."

Mr. Parker gathered his things. "Well, Ms. Austin, you can head back and wait for the results. I'll reach out to each candidate personally. And don't forget-you and your husband owe me a dinner.”

Isabella flashed a confident smile. "Then I'll look forward to your good news, Mr. Parker."

He laughed, the sound echoing through the room.