Watch Me Rescue My Three Brothers

I was the only daughter of the Sheffield family, and I had three older brothers. Life was going well until a memo app appeared on my phone. [June 15th: My eldest brother, Ian Sheffield, signed a bet agreement with his female secretary, and Sheffield Group's market value plummeted by 80 billion dollars.] [September 3rd: My second brother, Hayes Sheffield, was tricked by his dream girl and left the shareholders' meeting with nothing to his name.] [December 1st: My third brother, Liam Sheffield, gave up his inheritance rights for his dream girl, and the Sheffield family was completely ruined.] Just like that, I, Trina Sheffield, lost all three of my guaranteed providers? From that day on, I began the 'Save My Providers' plan. I swiped Ian's black card for 30 million dollars a day, causing him to become busy handling returns and customer complaints all day. I flew Hayes' private jet to Prosia and casually dismantled the entire interior, saying I was going to redo it. He was so mad that he kept me under surveillance through an eight-hour international video call. I turned Liam's temperature-controlled wine cellar into a karaoke room and sang all night, even using all eight million dollars' worth of wine for foot baths. Dark eye circles constantly plagued my three brothers from all this fuss; they did not even have time to look at their phones. As long as I was around, they could only revolve around me. This went on until a female secretary, Erin Langley, suddenly appeared in Ian's office. She glanced at me, her tone gentle but her eyes icy. "Little girl, the CEO's office isn't a playground. You can get lost and go play now." The corridor fell silent. My most fiercely protective brother, Ian, was about to push open the door and walk in. Chapter 1 The garlic cream bun in my hand was half-eaten. I had not even swallowed the filling yet. There were five people in the office lounge. The one who had worked for Ian for the shortest time had been working for six years. Their expressions were strangely uniform. They were all a bit conflicted, wanting to speak but afraid of saying the wrong thing. They wanted to grab someone but did not know whom to grab. Fiona Zimmer was the first to lose her composure and chuckled. "Ms. Langley, this is Mr. Ian Sheffield's—" "I know, Mr. Sheffield's sister," Erin Langley interrupted her without even looking at her. When she said 'sister', her tone rose slightly, carrying a subtle hint of condescension. "But even a sister can't just do whatever she wants in the CEO's office, right? The garlic cream bun smells so strongly. What if clients are coming later?" She glanced at the box in front of me and frowned slightly. "This is just my first day here, but it looks like the rules of the CEO's office still need to be established. When Mr. Sheffield isn't around, I handle the daily affairs." She smiled, tilted her head, and looked at me as if she were soothing an unreasonable kid. "Good girl, pack up your things. How about I ask the receptionist to get you a ride home?" Fiona grew anxious, her voice rising a half-octave. "Ms. Langley, you really don't understand. Mr. Sheffield specially provided this lounge for..." "It doesn't matter who it's for." Erin turned her head, her tone still gentle, but every word carried an undeniable authority. "Fiona, you've worked for Mr. Sheffield for years. You should know better than I do that the CEO's office represents the entire group. If word gets out that a young girl is sitting here, eating a garlic cream bun, what will people think of Sheffield Group?" The operations director, Zac Franks, put down his coffee cup, unable to hold back any longer. "Ms. Langley, I suggest you wait for Mr. Sheffield to return..." "Mr. Franks." Erin turned her head, still smiling. "Mr. Sheffield authorized me to manage the day-to-day affairs of the CEO's office. This is within my job responsibilities. Or do you think there's a problem with Mr. Sheffield's authorization?" Zac opened his mouth and closed it again. I picked up a tissue and wiped my fingers unhurriedly. "What did you just say? You told me to get lost?" Erin's smile faltered. "I didn't use that word. I said 'go play.''" "Oh." I nodded. "So, you mean you can decide where I stay?" "Ms. Trina Sheffield, everyone in the company knows how much Mr. Sheffield dotes on you, but work is work—" I interrupted her, "By the way, the passcode on the door is my birthday, 0816. You can ask anyone here. This lounge is nominally mine." Fiona nodded frantically beside me, like a chicken pecking at grain. Erin was silent for two seconds. She took a deep breath and composed herself. This time, she did not smile. "Ms. Sheffield, everything I said today was for the good of Sheffield Group, not against you personally." She turned to Fiona, her tone changing to that of an executive issuing an order. "Fiona, inform reception that non-staff members entering or leaving the CEO's office must register in advance from today onwards." She paused. "Everyone, no exceptions." Fiona paled instantly. "Ms. Langley, I'm afraid... this rule will have to be approved by Mr. Sheffield—" "Mr. Sheffield has authorized me, so there's no need to consult him on everything," Erin calmly interrupted her and turned, her gaze returning to me. This time, she did not even bother to maintain her gentle facade. "Ms. Sheffield, your behavior in the CEO's office today has disrupted the usual work order. As the administrative coordinator of the CEO's office, I have the authority to handle this." She walked to the door, opened it, and nodded to the two security guards in the hallway. "Please lock this lounge temporarily." She looked at me, her voice soft but clear. "Ms. Sheffield, stay here for a while and calm down. I'll let you out after I've reported today's events to Mr. Sheffield. Consider it... a lesson." Fiona jumped to her feet. "Erin! You!" Erin raised a hand to stop her, her smile returning with a gentleness that sent chills down everyone's spine. "Fiona, calm down. I'm doing this for Ms. Sheffield's own good. Someone needs to teach this spoiled little girl some manners, right?" Chapter 2 The security guard closed the door, and the light in the lounge remained unchanged, but the atmosphere felt as though it had been plunged underwater. Erin stood at the door and dusted off her hands, as if just finishing dealing with a trivial matter. "Alright." She turned to Fiona, her tone gentle again. "Fiona, go and sort out the meeting minutes for today and send them to me. Mr. Sheffield will look at them later." Fiona did not move. Her voice was very low. "Ms. Langley, do you know what you're doing?" Erin said, "I know. I'm maintaining the order of the CEO's office. Fiona, I'm not negotiating with you." Fiona abruptly raised her head, her eyes red. She had been working for Ian in Sheffield Group for 11 years, ever since it was still a medium-sized company. She had never seen anything like this before. She took a deep breath and was about to speak again... Erin had already turned around, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number. The call connected quickly. The voice on the other end was calm and carried a hint of an unspoken authority. "Erin, what's wrong?" Erin's tone immediately softened. "Mr. Chester, I just arrived at the CEO's office and encountered a minor problem. I want to report it to you." As soon as the name 'Mr. Chester' landed, the room fell silent again. Jerry Sommers' coffee cup stilled for a moment, while Zac's gaze changed slightly. The 'Mr. Chester' Erin mentioned was none other than Gary Chester, a veteran director of Sheffield Group, a former subordinate of my father, and the current chairman of the supervisory board. Erin recounted today's events, her tone aggrieved but her words precise, completely absolving herself of any wrongdoing and portraying me as a troublesome little sister who threw tantrums under her brothers' protection. "...I had no choice. Mr. Sheffield isn't here, and the CEO's office is in such a mess. I could only handle it according to the rules. Mr. Chester, do you think I did the right thing?" There was a two-second silence on the other end of the line. "Erin, you did the right thing. The CEO's office needs proper rules and order." Gary Chester's voice was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly. "I'll call Ian later and tell him to keep an eye on his sister. A young girl running around the company all day—how is that appropriate?" Erin glanced up at everyone present and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Chester. I knew you'd understand." After hanging up, she put the phone in her pocket and straightened her posture. Her entire demeanor was different from before. Earlier, she needed to maintain that gentle facade, but now she did not even need to anymore. She turned to look at me. "Ms. Sheffield, you're smart. I won't beat around the bush." ​ She placed her fingers on her knees, her tone calm. "I came to Sheffield Group not to oppose you, but some rules must be set. If you cooperate today, I'll speak well of you to Mr. Sheffield and turn a blind eye when you come to the CEO's office. Won't that be great?" I glanced down at my cold garlic cream bun and then looked up to speak when footsteps echoed in the hallway. "Who ordered this room to be locked?" It was the chief secretary, my eldest brother's right-hand assistant. Chapter 3 The chief secretary, Mason Zachary, stood at the door, still holding the spare key. He was in his early 40s and had been working with Ian for 13 years. He had been around since Sheffield Group's first office. Everyone in the company knew an unwritten rule—in Ian's absence, Mason speaks with Ian's authority. His gaze swept from the locked door to everyone in the lounge, finally settling on Erin. "I'll ask again." He propped his glasses up, his tone as calm as though he were checking the meeting time. "Who ordered this room to be locked?" Erin did not answer immediately. She glanced at Mason for a bit before looking at the badge on his chest. 'CEO's Office Chief Secretary: Mason Zachary.' "It was me," she answered, raising her chin slightly without a hint of guilt in her voice. "There was an issue with the CEO's office, and I made a temporary arrangement according to the authorization Mr. Sheffield gave me." Mason remained silent. He walked in, passed Erin, and went straight to me. He glanced down at the cold garlic cream bun on the table in front of me and then at me. "Trina, are you okay?" I shook my head. Mason nodded, turned around, and said to Fiona, "Have someone reheat one and add a bowl of mushroom soup. Mr. Sheffield specifically instructed me to do so because Trina was coming today." Relieved, Fiona exclaimed, "Okay!" and started to walk outside. "Wait." Erin's voice came from behind. Fiona stopped. "Mr. Zachary." Erin stepped forward, standing between Mason and Fiona. "I already said that non-staff members are not allowed to eat in the CEO's office, and this rule is effective today. Are you trying to overturn my decision by having someone deliver her food again?" Mason turned around and looked at her. "Ms. Langley, I handled your onboarding process, and I know your authority better than you do. Mr. Sheffield authorized you to coordinate the CEO's office's day-to-day administrative affairs." He paused. "Not personnel, not security deployments, and certainly not... locking doors." Erin's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly recovered, even managing a smile. "Mr. Zachary, what you're saying is just formalities. Did Mr. Sheffield bring me to the CEO's office just to do menial tasks? You've worked for Mr. Sheffield for 13 years. You should know better than anyone... that Mr. Sheffield doesn't assign people based solely on what's written in their job descriptions." She tilted her head, her tone carrying an inexplicable intimacy. "My relationship with Mr. Sheffield can't be summarized by a job authorization letter. Mr. Zachary, you're a smart man. There are some things I don't want to say too explicitly." Jerry nearly dropped his coffee cup upon hearing this. Zac immediately turned his face away. Fiona stood in the doorway, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Mason adjusted his glasses, his expression unchanged. "Ms. Langley, regardless of your relationship with Mr. Sheffield, everything within Sheffield Group's office area is governed by rules. This is also the rule set by Mr. Sheffield himself." He turned to Fiona, his tone unchanged. "Go on. Deliver the food." This time, Fiona did not hesitate and turned to leave. Erin watched Fiona's figure disappear down the corridor, her smile slowly fading. She turned to face Mason. This time, she did not smile. "Mr. Zachary, I respect your seniority, so I've always spoken to you politely. But your rebuttal in front of so many people today puts me in a difficult position." Mason remained silent. "I locked this lounge because Ms. Sheffield's behavior truly disrupted the normal order of the CEO's office. Mr. Chester has already expressed his support for this. Is a secretary like you more powerful than Mr. Chester?" Erin said in a low voice, enunciating each word clearly. Chapter 4 Mason placed his smart tablet in his arm, his tone as calm as a still pond. "Ms. Langley, Mr. Chester is the chairman of the supervisory board, responsible for overseeing the group's compliance operations. But the personnel and daily management of the CEO's office are never within the authority of the supervisory board." He paused. "This is also written in black and white in the charter. It's not up to me or Mr. Chester to decide." Erin's gaze turned completely icy. "Mason," she called his name for the first time, no longer addressing him politely. "Do you know who you're talking to?" "I do. Ms. Erin Langley, the new secretary of the CEO's office of Sheffield Group, and today is your first day on the job," Mason replied. His words were not heavy, but each one carried a sting. She turned around and looked at me. Perhaps realizing she could not sway Mason, she decided to exert pressure elsewhere. "Ms. Sheffield." She walked over, her voice very low. "I'll give you one last chance. If you cooperate with me today, I'll pretend nothing happened. You can continue to come to the CEO's office, and I won't stop you. We'll stay out of each other's way, but if you keep on doing this..." She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over my face. "I don't mind having Mr. Chester handle this matter personally. It won't benefit anyone if it gets out of hand." I pushed the plate of garlic cream bun that had already cooled down in front of me to the side and looked up at her, asking, "Ms. Langley, how long have you been in this lounge today?" Erin frowned. "What does that have to do with this?" I replied, "I'm just curious. You came in today, locked the door, told us about your backup, intercepted the chief secretary, and now, you want to negotiate terms with me." I tilted my head. "Do you think you still have any leverage?" The look in Erin's eyes suddenly changed. It was not anger but the kind of panic that came after being exposed. However, she quickly suppressed it, took a deep breath, and smiled again, but her gentle facade could no longer hold on. There was an obvious coldness in her smile. "Ms. Sheffield, you've got quite a sharp tongue." "I've been like this since I was a kid, and my brothers are used to it." "Brothers?" Erin repeated the word softly, with a hint of mockery in her tone. "Your brothers aren't here now. No matter how much they dote on you, they have no say in today's matter." She took a step forward. "So, Ms. Sheffield, you'd better think clearly..." She raised her hand and pointed at the door. "Do you want to go by yourself, or should I have someone escort you out?" Mason took a step forward. "Ms. Langley." "Mason, if you stop me again..." Erin turned her head, her voice turning completely cold, "I'll call Mr. Chester right now and have him ask you what right a secretary has to repeatedly interfere with the CEO's Office's normal operations." Mason stopped. Erin looked at me again, extending her hand and gesturing outward. "Go on, Ms. Sheffield." I looked down at her outstretched hand for about three seconds. Then, I looked up, past her shoulder, and toward the doorway. Erin noticed my gaze, frowned slightly, and slowly turned around. There were footsteps in the hallway. Just then, the door opened. My eldest brother, Ian, stood in the doorway. He asked flatly, "What's going on here?"