Chapter 89: Crushing Chaos in Yvette’s Office

Honestly, it felt weird. There was clearly nothing going on between me and Zia, but why was I feeling awkward all of a sudden? Kancy’s eyes had gone so wide that I thought they were about to pop out of their sockets, and a look of disbelief was apparent on her face.

A while later, she offered me a cup of coffee. I was dearly hoping for Zia to leave. Still, Zia left the office obediently. When that happened, Nancy approached me hurriedly, cold sweat prickling down her forehead.

“Owen, is there something going on between you and Zia? Thank goodness Tree isn’t here today! Here, she’d be freaking out about you seeing Zia!”

I sipped my coffee impassively. “What are you talking about? Zia had been looking at me gratefully this whole time. Do you need to get your eyes checked?”

Nancy was about to respond when I cut her off. “Alright, alright, I’m just a regular employer here. Stop worrying about my private life, okay? What are you here for? Hurry up and spit it out.”

Nancy forced herself to get to the point. “Um… Yvette wants you to head over to the company and talk about the business collaboration…”

My heart skipped a beat at the order. Almost immediately, I remembered what Jadson had told me that morning. Being Tertia furious last night, there was no way she’d let me off the hook this easily. Heh! Jackson had to have screwed me over last night. To make things worse, that Yvette bitch most likely believed the bullshit he had spun. Maybe she had even thought of a few unsavory…

The discussion on the business collaboration was a para-excuse to summon me to Yvette’s company. Her actual intention was to cause me trouble and settle the score with me once and for all.

Owen Vates, the illustrator, but you…

Nancy began to panic. “You can’t do that! This is a business collaboration that concerns our company. Yvette really wanted to work with this… she refused to work with the best…”

“After that, I gave her a fake number. She told me her calls don’t go through. That’s how we ended up losing the international business project. But the thing is, Verne’s project still has to go on. So, you need to finish this project no matter what!”

Tertia asked, “Are you saying that I’m the only designer in this company?”

Kanry quickly started crying. “Owen, to be frank with you, even if our company had 100 designers, the fact that Yvette wants you still stands. She told me to fire Zia if you don’t show up at the meeting.”

I slammed the coffee cup onto the desk angrily, a cold glint in my eyes. Still, my voice remained calm and easygoing.

“How dare she use Zia against me? What a joke! Does she seriously think I’m that big of a pushover?”

In the end, I had to obey Yvette’s order because of what Mary said: “Valle also mentioned that she’ll fire you if you don’t show up at the meeting. Not only that, but she’ll also have the entire industry blacklist you!”

Fuck. There was no convincing me otherwise. Every word she said basically told me that a poor peon like me had no right to disobey Yvette. So far, that bitch had gone back on her word, interfered between me and her lawyer, and even stopped me from looking for other lawyers. Now, she even dared to threaten to remove me from…

Yvette, frankly, was a huge bully! What the fuck did she want from me? Did she really have to come to a dead end so that I would return to being her housekeeper—dash—simp?

I rushed all the way to Yvette’s company furiously. I had been to that place quite a number of times recently, so everyone knew who wins. They didn’t dare to stop me. I made a beeline for Yvette’s office right away, only to be stopped by Mr. Grant at the door.

“Ms. Jenning is still in the middle of a business negotiation. Please stay here. Don’t cause trouble for her.”

Fuck! That bitch was the one who had the freedom in the first place. How dare she cower in her office like a coward! “Shut up,” I said, petulantly, before shaking Mr. Grant’s hand. Then, I flung the door open and barged into the office.

There were two people sitting on the couch in the office. One of them was a middle-aged man in a suit, who was staring at me with wide eyes and palpable shock all over his face. He dared not utter a word. All I did was stare at Yvette in fright.

“M-Ms. Jenning… what’s going on?”

I glanced over at Yvette, noticing the way she crossed one leg over the other elegantly. She was clad in a career outfit that made her look regal. She tilted her head to look at me. Although she was seated, her intimidating bearing still robbed me of my breath. The way she gazed at me coldly made me feel as though I was nothing but…

“Why did you barge into my office?” she said, “I’m in the middle of a business deal, right…”

Mr. Grant happened to be standing behind me at that moment. He stammered, “I-I’m sorry, Ms. Jenning! I couldn’t stop him in time!” He grabbed my arm, though he didn’t grip me too tightly. “Sir, let’s just get out of here now.”

And the elegant way she was sitting set up the illusion that she wasn’t…

Emily shook Mr. Carr’s hand. The sight of Yvette’s distinguished, passive look on her controlled face, and the rage which had driven me here in the first place.