Chapter 25: Why Would She Have My Work?

Tremained unmoved and unfazed. I glanced at his name badge—Chase Seerling. No wonder he looked so familiar; he had also given me a hard time in my previous life. Since arriving at the office, no one here recognized me. I patiently tried to explain to him for a long time that I was Yvette’s husband back then, but he didn’t believe me. He reminded me that there had been at least dozens of people who had misled her through such lowly means, convinced that I was here to seduce her. He thought I was just another gold digger trying to climb the social ladder.

So, I sent Verme a message, hoping that she could vouch for me. But she was in a meeting at the time and ignored me. It was winter, and I was truly a fool who knew nothing. I was worried that Yvette might skip a meal and get an upset stomach, so I waited outside for hours. I stayed until the sun was setting before her meeting finally ended. She didn’t have her secretary offer any explanation.

I felt it. I really wanted the gold digger they all believed me to be… I looked at Chase coldly, a hint of hostility emanating from me. "I have personal matters with Yvette. You'd better let me on, or you'll regret it," I said.

Chase scoffed. “Who do you think you are? Ms. Demining’s secretary, after all, and here you are threatening her employee in her own company.” This drew the attention of others around us, and people started gathering. Seeing this, Chase became even more relentless with his insults. He dismissed my identity.

“Our company has a strict policy stating that you need an appointment to see Mr. Jennings! Not only does this man not have one, but he’s also causing a scene, threatening me. Look at how disheveled he is. He must have come from some hotel, trying to hook up with Ms. Jennings,” Chase sneered.

I thought, How disheveled could I be? I had simply been too busy to change after taking care of Benjamin the night before. I really hadn’t changed—always stifling rumors and making… “You seem to know a lot about hotels. How many socialites have you slept with? So much so that you sound so experienced?” I shot back.

Chase stiffened, his face turning pale. He clenched his jaw and snapped, “Too quick with your wit. But let me be clear, Ms. Jennings won’t see you without an appointment. You’re perfectly capable of finding a job. Weakening your honor?” His words were sharp, his tone dripping with undeniable arrogance. In an instant, glances from all around the office pinned me like sharp daggers, filled with disdain and reproach. Oh, wow! How the guilty dog barked. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

“With your qualifications, how did you become a secretary here? Was there…” My words struck like thunder, cutting through the crowd: “… someone you had slept with? And now you’re here, hating the truth, trying to confuse everyone. What a joke.”

When the words left my mouth, the harsh looks and murmurs aimed at me suddenly… became searches. There was no way he could have guessed how I knew. I could still recall very clearly my memories from my past life. Chase faced the consequences of his actions that night when his shady dealings with company executives were exposed. Not only was he caught cheating with the department manager’s wife by the manager himself, but his various affairs with other women were also exposed, leading to his…

Chase tried to remain calm, but his trembling voice betrayed him. “How could you make such things up? Show me some proof, or I’ll sue you for defamation,” he threatened.

I calmly showed him my phone, a slow smile curling at the corner of my lips. “Liar. You’ve been so careless in your affairs, how could you possibly think I don’t have any proof? Nothing stays hidden forever. You, of all people, should know this better than anyone,” I said.

Chase turned as pale as a sheet. As the face of the company, you should be responsible and diligent. Instead, you’ve abused your authority to bully and humiliate your colleagues. Having someone like you working here is a disgrace to the company,” I said, my tone as sharp as a knife. As I spoke, I sent a recording of my conversation with Cleto and Yvette, attaching…

“If you don’t let me send this, I’m going to expose your company’s scandal.” While sending that message, I shot Chase a steely look. “Apologize to me now, and maybe I might just let you off the hook. If not…”

In that moment, Oliver suddenly appeared, like a cold shower. He took Chase’s grip, saying, “What do you think you are doing?” Grant smiled, pulling my arm back. Oliver’s arrival meant that Yvette had received my message. She was discreetly signaling to me, opening my…

Moments later, Oliver put aside his time-saving demeanor and began speaking professionally. “Mr. Grant, this man was making…” I was about to tell him about Chase, when Oliver smoothly intervened and said to Chase, "I completely apologize for the inconvenience. This won’t happen again, Ms. Jennings is waiting for you upstairs.” He responded unhurriedly, “I’ll also ensure that Plone handles this appropriately.”

Chine hurriedly threw an arm around my shoulders with a panicked, repetitive bucking-bin fare: “Shi, alter who was meeting with…” Please, let’s drop this. We’re all friends, aren’t we?

Chapter 25: Why Would She Have My Work?

I shrugged him off and remarked coldly, “A late apology is worthless. Become a better person in your next life.”

After saying that, I left with pride. I could still hear Oliver’s cold words. “You’re fired. And as for your illegal activities over the years, Ms. Jennings is fully aware of them. Get ready to explain yourself to the police and the judge.” Hearing Chase’s cries of regret echoing in my ears, I hummed a tune, feeling quite pleased as I made my way to Yvette’s office.

Yvette sat at her desk, dressed in a bright yellow business suit. She was deeply focused on the documents in front of her. Her side profile was still as beautiful as ever, but it no longer captivated me. My gaze swept across her desk and landed on an open gift box. Inside was a piece of artwork from a classic game. The game characters on it were vivid and lifelike, with a unique style. I knew the piece all too well. It was the work that made me famous—the Fulfilled Dreams series. At the time, I drew a few pieces on paper for an exhibition. How did one of them end up in Yvette’s hands?