Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 181: Finally send to the designing department

Chapter 181: Finally send to the designing department
Perhaps due to her efforts the previous night, Lucas actually had Lena arrange for her to join the design department as an intern assistant to the director.
For Beauty, this was nothing short of earth-shattering news.
She could finally work in the field she was passionate about—and as the assistant to the chief designer at Marson Corporation’s headquarters, no less.
It was a position countless people could only dream of.
Though she felt it might be unfair to others, she accepted the opportunity with joy.
She was determined to prove with her own abilities that Lucas’s decision to place her in this role was the wisest choice.
Sitting in her new office was undeniably comfortable.
No longer did she have to face Lucas’s icy expression all day—it was like a caged bird finally set free, fluttering about in sheer delight.
"Beauty, from now on, we’re teammates.
I trust Mr. Lucas’s judgment, and I hope you won’t let me down either."
The design director was a woman in her thirties, her long, silky hair cascading down her shoulders.
She exuded a gentle yet commanding presence, a far cry from the fresh-faced college graduate Beauty still was.
Indeed, Marson Corporation was brimming with talent.
The upper management had it all—striking looks, impeccable figures, and outstanding performance.
Beauty couldn’t help but admire them.
"Don’t worry, Director!
I won’t disappoint you or Mr. Marson!"
She flashed the director a bright smile, her eyes narrowing slightly like a clever little fox, sparkling with mischief.
Of course, in a company like this, there were always whispers behind closed doors.
She knew full well that many speculated about her real relationship with Lucas, assuming she was his kept mistress.
Some even looked at her through judgmental eyes.
But honestly, even she couldn’t quite define her connection with Lucas.
So, she simply let the gossip flow—what else could she do?
She just needed to excel at every task in her position.
"I know you graduated with a design degree.
When I was younger, I mentored many interns—most from prestigious design schools—but their work was barely passable.
So here’s my challenge: if you can create something that satisfies me, I’ll let you stay.
Otherwise, no matter who you know, I’ll have you sent packing."
Jennifer selected two design sketches from the folder on her desk, each showcasing different styles of clothing and models.
She lifted her gaze briefly to glance at Beauty before speaking again, her tone measured.
"Consider this your final assignment.
If you can design the perfect jewelry to complement these outfits and models within a week, you’ve got the job.
You can work on these at home or in the office—just meet the deadline, and you’re in."
Her slender fingers extended the sketches, her lips curving into a faint smile, though her eyes remained cold and indifferent.
In her mind, most privileged newcomers like Beauty were just coasting through life.
She held little hope for her—this was merely a way to make her quit on her own.
Beauty carefully tucked the sketches into her bag, her round eyes flickering with determination.
"I’ll lock myself in my room and get to work right away.
I promise to finish on time."
Before Jennifer could respond, she had already dashed out of sight.
Soon, word of this reached the CEO’s office.
When Lena recounted the incident to Lucas with amusement, a glint of sharp amusement flashed in his dark eyes.
Crossing his legs, he tapped his fingers lightly against the desk, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I have no doubt she’ll surprise Jennifer.
Any one of the designs in her room could serve as a product for our new subsidiary.
Sure, there’s room for improvement, but given her age and experience, she’s more than capable."
Lena was stunned. She had always assumed Beauty was just coasting through school on Lucas’s dime, collecting a fancy diploma—never expecting her to have real talent.
And to earn Lucas’s approval?
That was rare.
Anything that caught his eye had to be exceptional.
"Then why didn’t you assign her to oversee the design department at the subsidiary instead of hiring externally?" Lena looked at Lucas with respectful curiosity.
Lucas took a sip of coffee, a faint smile playing in his eyes.
His thin lips parted as he spoke, "She has raw talent for design, but lacks management and work experience.
Placing her in both the director’s office and the design department is meant to temper her—it’ll help her grow.
As for hiring Nathalie, it’s purely because of her professional experience and product designs.
Recognizing talent and assigning roles accordingly has always been my approach."
In Lucas’s eyes, she was an uncut gem, untouched by storms.
Though she carried an innate brilliance, she remained a rare, unpolished jade.
By placing her in the right environment, letting her weather challenges and absorb the essence of the world, she would inevitably transform into a priceless treasure.
He was the master craftsman determined to refine her, having begun shaping her long before she came of age.
And he wouldn’t stop until she became a radiant jewel, brimming with life.
The moment Beauty got home, she locked herself in her room—perhaps an old habit.
Whenever she painted or designed, she preferred solitude, shutting out any distractions.
Sunlight streamed through the window, scattering golden flecks across her hair, the drawing board, and the rice paper, as if splashing the entire canvas with vibrant hues that brought her work to life.
Jewelry and ornaments were most beautiful under light, especially when natural rays made them shimmer.
Imagining herself immersed in nature, she watched as the sketched models and garments on the paper suddenly seemed alive.
Seated comfortably, she designed the most fitting, one-of-a-kind jewelry for each of them.
The pencil glided softly across the paper, each stroke like watering a blooming flower.
Only when sketching those lines did she feel truly focused.
It wasn’t until evening, when a maid knocked insistently at her door, that she realized how ravenous she was.
Unaware, she had basked in the afternoon sun until moonlight took its place.
The warm amber glow of the room’s lights fell onto the white paper, where every stroke connected into patterns of varying sizes.
Though only one side of the design was complete, through those lines, she could already envision them taking shape—first as a flat sketch, then as a flawless final piece.
Beauty rubbed her stiff shoulders before finally heading downstairs for dinner.
A glance at her wristwatch told her it was nearly eight o’clock.