Courtney immediately cried out loud, “Bethan, I’m so sorry! What should I do? Should I help you talk to
President Morrison and ask for mercy?”
Courtney looked at Bethan with reddened eyes. “I look like his ex-wife; perhaps it might help you when asking him for forgiveness.”
Bethan calmly placed the teacup down and looked at Courtney with a dull gaze.
“Okay.”
Bethan stretched lazily. “Later, you’ll head in straight away to talk to Brettley about this and say that it’s your fault. I’ll be waiting for you outside. If you can let him forget about it, I won’t make things difficult for you, but if he doesn’t let this matter go and asks me to copy once more tomorrow…”
Bethan smiled calmly and pointed at the surveillance above. “I’ll want to properly analyze the surveillance with President Morrison. We’ll see if your actions just now were an accident or if it was done on purpose.”
Courtney’s face instantly turned pale.
She bit her lips aggrievedly. “It was an accident! Why would I do it on purpose?”
“It’s hard to say.”
Bethan changed into another comfortable position on the sofa.
Women understood their own kind the best, and they usually could pinpoint the problems out at once.
After Cynthal Peterson had manipulated and tricked her for many years, Bethan was also a pro at this.
Bethan knew what Courtney wanted to do from the moment she spilled her coffee. The only reason why she did not stop Courtney was that she did not truly want Brettley to see her handwriting.
Actively stopping him from looking at her handwriting was one matter, but being set up was a different matter.
If Courtney wanted to play little tricks, she was more than happy to oblige.
Just when the two of them were in a stand -off, one being aggrieved while the other looking relaxed, Lucas furrowed his brows and announced from the distance, “The president has finished his meeting.
“Who’s going to see him first? Or, are both of you heading in together?”
“She’ll go first.” “She first! “
Bethan and Courtney said in unison.
Then, Bethan looked at Courtney aloofly. “Do you want me to go first? If I go first and Brettley asks me about the documents, I ’11 say that I’m not sure about it, and we’ll have to check the security footage.”
Upon Bethan’s words, Courtney’s face instantly turned pale.
In the end, she stood up anxiously and entered Brettley’s office.
The moment Courtney pushed the office door open, Bethan, who was still leaning on the sofa, calmly reminded her, “Don’t forget to plead on my behalf to Mr. Morrison! “
Courtney gripped the door handles tight. She paused for a while.
Slam!
She slammed the door harshly as she entered.
Bethan, leaning on the sofa, looked at the two of them talking in the office while sipping tea.
Clearly, even if Courtney did look like Bethan Peterson, she still had no power against Brettley.
Bethan sighed.
Looking at Courtney facing the frigid Brettley, she thought back about how she was with Brettley.
There was once back then when he treated her so coldly and frigidly, too.
The scene before her was like a mirror, and she could see herself clearly. She saw how stupid and naive she was back then.
Ten minutes later, Courtney came out of the office with reddened eyes. She did not even glance at Bethan before rubbing her eyes and running toward the elevator in big steps.
Seeing her disappointed figure, Bethan felt a little pity toward her. Courtney was like the past her.
The present would like to hug herself from the past and tell her that everything would be fine.
“Bethan.”
Lucas’ voice immediately pulled Bethan back to the present.
Returning to her senses, she took those few pieces of wet paper from the cleaners, turned, and headed into the office.
The documents which had been smeared and covered in dirty water were placed on Brettley’s desk.
Bethan raised her eyes and smiled at Brettley. “Mr. Morrison, this is the result of my hard work. You can have a look at it. I truly copied from the first word until the last word, but your good secretary threw them into the bucket.”
Brettley furrowed his brows and looked at the documents on his desk. He did not flip through it.
He changed into a more comfortable position and leaned back on his chair. He looked at Bethan coldly. “
Besides this, is there nothing else you’d like to say to me?”
“None.”
Bethan shook her head calmly.
After a while, she smiled. “If I must say something…”
She raised her eyes and looked at Brettley. Her eyes were burning passionately. “What would you like to hear, Mr. Morrison? I can satisfy you whether in bed or out of bed.”
Brettley furrowed his brows tightly.
After a while, he smiled. “Am I hallucinating? You’ve been deliberately saying things like that to me after that night. Do you want to experience that night over again?”
Bethan shook her head. “I don’t think once is enough for me, Mr. Morrison. I find one of your previous suggestions quite good. Why don’t you keep me? “
Brettley swept a cold glance at Bethan. “I have a wife.” “Are you talking about your ex-wife, Bethan Peterson?” “She’s not my ex-wife–we never had a divorce.”
“But she still won’t come back.”
“How do you know she’s not coming back?”
Bethan smiled. “Everyone told you already. If she wanted to come back, she would’ve long returned. If she doesn’t want to, it doesn’t matter how long you wait for her. Unless…”
Bethan’s eyes moved a little. “Unless you make good with me and be loving to me. Perhaps she might see this and come back faster due to jealousy.”
Then, Bethan smiled mischievously. “What do you think of this suggestion, Mr. Morrison?”
Bethan did it all on purpose.
Brettley was full of lies. He kept saying that he wanted Bethan Peterson to come back, but he just wanted her to be gone for good, did he not?
What she said could give him a perfect excuse to put down the pretense.
The atmosphere in the office was silent for a few seconds, and it was after a while that Brettley smiled flatly. “It’s a way to go.”
Bethan Peterson was only angry at him. She did not, not love him. If she did not want to return no matter what he did, then Bethan’s suggestion was the way to go. If he needed to find a woman to put on an act together, Bethan at least did not disgust him.
Moreover, the incident that night was indeed his fault. He treated Bethan as a substitute for Bethan Peterson. He was irresponsible to her.
Since she wanted to resume this identity and stay by his side to steal corporate secrets, he would give her this chance.
This was to treat it as a…repayment for that night.
At that thought, Brettley sighed. He lifted his eyes and looked at Bethan deeply. “But I have a request.”
Bethan smiled, but her smile did not reach her eyes. “Do tell, Mr. Morrison.”
“We have to put on an act.”
Bethan’s expressions were rather distorted. “An act? “
“Mmh.”
Brettley looked at her flatly. His eyes were so deep that it was endless.
“If the plan is to lure my wife out to see me, we only need to put on an act in front of others. Privately, you and I are just friends.”
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