Chapter 84
Tim going to the restroom,” Audrey said, parting ways with Emilia.
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Flora saw Audrey heading toward the corridor–less crowded, perfect for making a move–and couldn’t help smirking. Flora hurried after Audrey, but the moment she stepped into the corridor, Audrey was gone.
“Where did she go?” Flora spun around. She was sure she saw that woman come this way. Could she have gone into the restroom? No way. She was wearing high heels and a fitted dress–even in sneakers, she couldn’t have disappeared that fast.
A sense of unease rose in Flora’s chest. But Audrey was just a newbie secretary–not worth her time. Holding up her dress, she rushed forward.
On one side of the corridor were several arched lounge areas. Suddenly, Flora was yanked into one of them. “Looking for me?”
Flora jolted in shock and almost screamed. When she saw it was Audrey, her fear vanished instantly. She raised her chin and said, “Yeah, I’m looking for you?”
She flung Audrey’s hand away, rubbed her sore wrist, shot her an annoyed look, and suddenly snapped, “You bitch! Who said you could put a beauty mark at the corner of your eye?!”
Flora reached for Audrey’s face–maybe to wipe the mark off. But her nails were long and sharp. Just as her nails were about to scratch Audrey’s eye, her wrist was grabbed again.
“Let go! Let me go!” shouted Flora.
“Is a beauty mark some kind of exclusive trademark?” Audrey sneered. “Did you register it? Or did someone else?”
Flora screamed, “I said you’re not allowed. Especially not in front of Mr. Winifred. You bitch. You’re not worthy of him. How dare you shake hands with him?”
Audrey finally understood that shaking hands with Yann at the banquet had made her a target.
If Yann ignored Audrey, Audrey would be mocked. If he acknowledged her, she’d become the socialites‘ public enemy number one. Audrey thought, “What a damn woman–magnet.
Audrey tilted her head and looked at Flora’s face, unable to hold back a laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” Flora shouted.
“Your beauty mark looks awful. Like a booger.”
Flora exploded with rage, raising her other hand to claw at Audrey’s face. This time, she was dead serious. She wanted to tear Audrey’s face apart for acting smug and seducing Yann.
Audrey quickly grabbed her other hand and twisted her wrist back. Flora screamed in anger but couldn’t break free, “Let me go! If you touch me, my brother won’t forgive you!”
Audrey ignored her, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully wiped away the beauty mark at the corner of Flora’s eye, taking off a chunk of her foundation with
- it.
“Wearing such a nice dress, but can’t afford decent makeup?” Audrey let go and stepped back.
Flora was pushed to the edge by her look of contempt, completely losing it. She charged at Audrey without thinking. “You bit–ahhh!”
The hem of Flora’s dress got caught under a service cart behind her. As she lunged, it pulled the cart over. Bottled water and wet towels clattered all over
the floor.
The cart’s handle slammed into Flora’s calf, making her howl in pain, “You bitch! I’m going to kill you!”
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Chapter 84
Flora grabbed a bottle of water and hurled it at Audrey.
The bottle was kicked away midair.
Flora saw a man’s leather shoe. She looked up, stunned.
Calvin looked at her like she was already a corpse, then turned to Audrey with a concerned gaze.
Audrey shook her head, signaling that she was fine.
“This way,” Calvin said, making a polite gesture. Audrey followed him.
Calvin was Yann’s loyal servant. The way he treated Audrey depended entirely on how Yann saw her.
Flora went crazy with jealousy, slamming the water bottle to the ground.
of a
black dress.
“Useless rage.” A woman’s voice entered Flora’s field of vision, along with the swish
Another woman pulled Flora to her feet. Flora looked at her in surprise. “Who are you
now?”
The woman didn’t introduce herself, nor did she mention the poised and elegant woman beside her. Instead, she asked Flora, “Do you want to teach that woman a lesson just to scare her off, or do you want her gone for good?”
“Of course I want her gone for good!” Flora answered. The woman responded with a cold, wicked smile.
“Sir is inside with a few friends,” Calvin said as he led Audrey to the door of the private room.
Audrey glanced around and whispered, “We have to act like strangers out here. It’s not appropriate for me to go in.”
“Paul’s in there too.”
“Alright then.” Audrey nodded.
Calvin knocked lightly and pushed the door open. He walked toward Yann, seated at the head, revealing the woman behind him.
Samson looked at Audrey and said gently, “Is that you, Audrey?”
“Mr. William.” Audrey greeted him politely.
“Come, sit over here.” Samson waved. Malcolm stood up, giving up the seat between his father and Yann, and moved to the other side.
Audrey saw Yann and quickly waved her hand. “It’s not appropriate for me to sit there.”
Her eyes swept the room and landed on Paul. She had just started toward him when she saw him giving her a meaningful look.
She was his assistant. Paul was seated in a side chair. She thought, ‘How could I sit in the middle of the sofa?‘
As the two exchanged glances, someone beside them stood up. “Audrey, the professor told you to come over. Just do it.”
Audrey thought, ‘What the hell was Clayton doing here too?‘
Clayton’s fingers had been crudely dealt with. Though reset, they were swollen like a radish. Every time he raised his hand, it involuntarily formed a rude gesture, so he tried to keep it hanging down, as if he had partial paralysis.
Audrey didn’t look at him directly, but caught a glimpse of Yann from the corner of her eye.
He was seated in the center. The champagne in his hand had been replaced with red wine, the liquid clinging to the glass as he swirled it.
Yann kept his eyes lowered, ignoring the tension in the room. His presence radiated the quiet control of someone used to power.
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beband the soda, noticed that Yann’s other hand–seemingly resting casually on his knee–had the thumb digging hard into his as a rare sign of emotion from him.
Come on over Samson said again.
Audrey couldn’t refuse and had no choice but to walk over. “Mr. William, how’s your health?”
She stopped in front of the sofa and turned–just as Yann raised his head, his eyes landing on the small of her back. The skin there wasn’t as smooth and flawless as the surrounding area.
Audrey realized it a moment too late. She had no chance to hide it and could only sit down stiffly.
“You’re working at Paul’s company now?” Samson asked in the kind tone of a senior to a junior.
Audrey nodded. “Just started. Still on probation.”
“Mhm. With your ability, I’m not worried.” Samson smiled and looked at Paut. “You’ve found yourself a real gem.”
“Absolutely,” Paul replied with a smile. “The professor’s judgment is never wrong”
“Well, not always,” Samson chuckled, waving his hand. “Even a wise man makes mistakes.”
He turned to Malcolm, his eldest son. “Right?”
“I judged the situation too superficially,” Malcolm replied seriously
Clayton’s face instantly turned dark. They didn’t name names, but he could tell they were talking about him. He had to defend himself.
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