Chapter 105 – Divorced! Now What to Do?

When she came out of Shannon’s room a moment ago, she was still treated respectfully, yet all too abruptly, Shannon said nothing but ordered her to copy the rules and regulations. Bethan did not believe no one instructed her to do so.

“You’re going to copy all of them?”

Bonnie pursed her lips. “That’s too much work! “

“It’s fine.”

Bethan held onto the pen and wrote quickly. “Since I’m here to work, I’ll do whatever the boss asks of me. Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?”

Bethan did not understand what Brettley was trying to do, but the opportunity to stay and work was not easy to come by. Bethan would not give up so easily.

Soon, she realized a problem. She had been writing so fast that she would forget the previous habits that she tried to avoid.

Bethan rubbed the middle of her brow in annoyance.

She did not want to expose herself to the similarities with Bethan Peterson.

Before she came back, she had tried to change her writing habits over and over again so Brettley would only think she was trying to imitate Bethan Peterson, not so he would think that she was related to her instead.

She also changed the way she wrote, but she had been writing in her own way for more than ten years. A habit like that would not be able to change in a short time.

Bethan sighed and helplessly rubbed the middle of her brows.

Perhaps Brettley would not be so detailed as to realize this? He must be only wanting to make life difficult for her at that moment. Bethan doubted that he suspected her of any relations to Bethan Peterson. After all, Brettley seemed to think that she was Malcolm’s corporate spy, that she was only trying to imitate Bethan Peterson.

At that thought, Bethan took a deep breath and disregarded her concerns about her handwriting.

She gripped the pen and wrote quickly. She did not head out for lunch, so Bonnie brought lunch back for her instead.

“How much have you written?”

While Bethan was eating, Bonnie had a glance at her writing. “You have such pretty handwriting.”

Bonnie munched on the sandwich while sighing lightly. “What on earth is the upper management thinking? I was just starting to think that they liked you, but now they’re just making things difficult for you.”

Bethan smiled a little. She threw the trash into the bin and picked up the pen once more.

Her colleagues had a meeting that afternoon, but she skipped it.

Finally, before the end of the day, she has completed copying the twenty-thousand-word document.

She took the draft and knocked on Shannon’s door. Shannon did not even look up. She coldly swept Bethan a glance. “Send it to the president’s office yourself.”

Then, Shannon looked at Bethan with a condescending smile. “Here I thought that we have an absolutely stellar staff that can make the president hand write his own suggestions; turns out that he’s just playing with you. He’s making you pay up.”

Shannon sipped her tea as she remarked. “If I were you, I would’ve just resigned and gone home immediately at noon. He’s obviously trying to find fault with you. How are you still bearing it? Don’t you have any pride in yourself? Don’t you know no shame?”

Bethan wanted to leave, but she stopped in her tracks.

She turned around and swept a cold glance at Shannon. “Just because someone is making things difficult for me and I follow along, I’m shameless?”

Shannon changed into a more comfortable position a s she spun her pen with her hand. She looked at Bethan rather lazily and condescendingly. “What else is it, then?”

“You tell me. “

Bethan took the documents which she had copied by hand with a fiery gaze. “Mr. Morrison had sent back your design proposal five times now, so why are you still working on it after the sixth?

According to you, if you have so much pride in yourself, you shou1d’ve thrown the design proposal in Brettley’s face and tell him you quit.”

Bethan left immediately with the documents in her arms, leaving a stunned Shannon in a daze.

As she got to the main entrance of the design department, she heard a loud sound coming from Shannon’s office. It was the sound of the teacup smashing onto the floor.

Bethan smiled aloofly and went upstairs.

Brettley was still having a meeting in his office. The moment Bethan arrived upstairs, Lucas stopped her.

“Bethan, sit over there for a while. Mr. Morrison’s meeting will probably run for another half an hour or so.”

Bethan thought for a while before heading over to the side to have a seat.

If she were to return to the design department, Shannon and her colleagues would probably mock and deride her. Bethan would rather sit there and wait.

At least the sofa in the guest room of the president’s office was soft and comfortable.

Bethan sat on the sofa and rubbed her sore shoulders and arms. She had written for the entire day, and it was exhausting.

She had not gone through such a tough job for the hand for such a long time.

“Ms. Bethan.”

Suddenly, a sweet voice rang in her ear. Bethan furrowed her brows and looked in the direction in which the voice came from.

Courtney, whom she saw this morning, was standing in front of her in a short skirt and a blazer.

The afternoon sun shone on her face, giving Bethan as if Bethan was meeting herself from the past.

“Can I sit?” asked Courtney gently with a smile on her face. Bethan furrowed her brows and gave Courtney some space.

“You’re here to look for Brettley as well?” “Yes, I’m here to see President Morrison.”

Courtney smiled at Bethan and leaned in closer. “This is only your first day, yet you have to report once in the morning and once more before the end of the day?”

Bethan inconspicuously leaned back a little. “I have no choice. I made the president unhappy this morning, so I’m being punished.”

She flatly pointed at the pile of documents on the coffee table. “I was told to finish copying the company’s rules and regulations before the end of the day. I ‘m here to let Brettley have a look, to pacify him a little.”

Pausing for a moment, her eyes suddenly flashed a hint of coldness.

As Brettley’s secretary, she knew that Brettley hired two handwriting experts that morning to determine and identify some handwriting.

She happened to enter to send coffee in just as the experts were leaving.

She clearly heard the expert say, “If it’s going to be challenging, you can get this person to finish writing within a certain time limit. If under duress, the anxious mind will make one forget their deliberately changed habits.”

Therefore…

Courtney narrowed her eyes. The person whose handwriting the president wanted to identify was Bethan’s?

“Ah!”

Courtney suddenly exclaimed.

She did not know why, but she spilled the cup of coffee by the side of the table. The brown liquid splashed all over the floor.

Lucas, who saw the commotion from far, quickly took his phone out to arrange for the cleaners to come. When the cleaners arrived with their buckets and mops. Courtney suddenly turned to Bethan and said…

“Can I have a look?”

Courtney pointed at the documents on the table and asked politely.

Bethan paused for a while. After a moment, she picked the teacup up and took a sip. “Go ahead.”

Her handwriting did not look good, but it was not ugly either.

The company’s rules and regulations were not some corporate confidential documents, so Courtney could have a look however she liked.

“Thank you! “

Courtney smiled, picked up the documents, and leafed through them.

“Wow, your handwriting is pretty! “

Courtney flipped through as she took out the documents from the folders, pretending to be mesmerized by Bethan’s handwriting.

Bethan furrowed her brows and looked at Courtney, not saying anything.

When the cleaners carried the bucket past Courtney, her hands jolted and dropped every single piece of paper that had Bethan’s handwriting into the bucket.

The writings on the white paper were instantly smeared with dirty water.

The cleaners and Courtney jumped, and the cleaners immediately took the papers out but noticed that the writings were smeared.


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