Chapter 772 Interested in Jumping Ship?

Hayley’s POV:

Darn it! That jerk actually played me!

As I gritted my teeth and inhaled sharply in frustration, I flipped my wrist to reveal the silver needle hidden in my sleeve. All that effort was for nothing–I had brought him back from miles away, believing I was doing him a favor. Should I make him suffer like those rogues, every nerve screaming in pain? Or maybe I should go for the lower blow, ruin his manhood, and make sure he never dares to flirt with another woman again?

Since he took advantage of me like that, the least I could do was devise the perfect punishment. And then it hit me.

Without hesitation, I raised my hand and jabbed the needle into the back of Truman’s neck.

His body jolted, muscles locking up for a moment–then he went limp, completely unconscious. A few minutes later, I was at Melody’s door, ringing the bell with Truman slung over my shoulder. The door opened quickly. Melody stood in the doorway, blinking at our awkward position with clear curiosity in her eyes.

“Ms. Carson, may I help you?” She asked coolly, her tone surprisingly calm.

Her nonchalant reaction caught me a little off guard.

“Ahem!” I cleared my throat awkwardly, then said slowly, “Ms. Melody, you’ve seen how Truman’s been harassing me these past few days. Today, he even followed me. He clearly had some shady intentions.”

“He had shady intentions with you?” Melody arched a brow, giving us both a long, amused look.

The way she glanced between us made it very clear what she was thinking. Judging by the position you two are in right now, are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?

I caught on immediately and shot a quick glance at Truman–out cold and entirely at my mercy. “Of course,” I said firmly. “He couldn’t win, so I took him down. What you’re seeing now is the result. And honestly, I hope this helps you see his true colors.”

“He’s an Alpha, and you took him down? An Omega like you?” Melody looked at me skeptically, lifting one eyebrow again.

There was something off about her tone–like she knew more than she let on. Could she possibly know who I really was?

No. I’m probably overthinking. No one here knew my actual identity.

What did she mean by that?

I shook my head and offered her a serious suggestion. “Yes. That guy’s nothing but a player. If he’s not your destined mate, you’d be better off ditching him and picking someone loyal.”

“Oh, and I’m starting a new company,” I added. “If you’re willing, I’d love for you to come work for me. Whatever Truman’s paying you, I’ll match it. Do well, and I’ll even introduce you to someone who might be a good mate. What do you say?”

“You’re poaching his right-hand woman. Does he know?” Melody blinked in surprise.

“He doesn’t need to,” I replied, letting Truman slide off my shoulder and thud onto the floor. “Losers don’t get a say.”

“Let me be blunt,” I continued. “I have a good impression of you. But Truman? I’ve had enough. If you walk away from him and join me, I won’t have to hold back the next time I deal with him.”

Melody tapped her chin thoughtfully. “So technically, I just saved his life, didn’t I?”

“Huh? I guess you could say that,” I answered without thinking, then quickly realized I was getting sidetracked. I straightened up and corrected myself. “That’s not the point. I’m asking you one thing: are you in, or not?”