Lucas, by the side, furrowed his brows. “Sir, are you going to let your father bring Ms. Walter to Blue Bay Villa?”
Brettley changed into a more comfortable position on the sofa as he watched Adrian’s retreating form. “Let him be. From what I know about Hailey Walter, she won’t come.”
Hailey was arrogant; she always had a disdainful attitude toward everything.
When Brettley married Bethan Peterson back then, Hailey told him arrogantly that she would wait for him to divorce and beg her to marry him.
Later on, when Bethan Peterson met with an accident and he got engaged to Cynthal, she said that she would wait for him to regret his decision and the day he proposed to her.
She still had the high -and -mighty mentality after all those years, waiting for him to approach her.
How could such a woman like that agree to live with him just because of a few words from Adrian?
Moreover, even if Hailey eventually entered Blue Bay Villa to stay, it might not be a bad thing after all…
As he exited the Morrison Group, Adrian grew angrier the more his thoughts plagued him. In the end, he turned around and took the elevator straight to the design department.
In the design department, the atmosphere was eerily silent.
Once Bethan came back from the president’s office, she got called to enter Shannon’s office.
“Bethan, you may have a special status now, but you shouldn’t show off. Everyone is watching you. It’s times like these when you have to work harder to show everyone your ability. Let them know that you have what it takes to do the job as the Designer Assistant.”
Shannon then slammed a thick pile of design sketches on her table. “There are many mistakes in these sketches. Go and edit them. Hand them back to me before the end of the day.”
Shannon smugly raised her brows at Bethan. “This is within your job scope. I have nothing against you.”
Seeing how condescending she looked, Bethan smiled a little.
She never thought there would come a day where she would be treated as a newcomer and bullied by others, but it was alright. It was better than having nothing to do.
She lugged the pile of sketches back to her desk.
Baffled, Bonnie looked stunned with widened eyes. She saw her few pieces of sketches, then she looked at the pile Bethan has.
“She’s clearly trying to make things difficult for you! How are you going to get it done by the end of the day?”
Bethan smiled and said, “She only said to get it done by the end of the day, but she didn’t specify which day.”
Then, she casually looked at the messy sketches on Bonnie’s desk.
Bethan helplessly sighed. She took Bonnie’s sketches and piled them on hers. “Let me do it.”
Bonnie hesitated a little. “I can do it…”
“The more you edit, the worse you’ll make it.”
Bethan smiled and said softly, “I thought that you reporters would learn some basic knowledge before assuming another identity.”
Bonnie instantly tensed at her words. She bit her lip. “W–What…else do you know?”
What else?
Bethan calmly smiled. “Everything I ought to know.”
She casually picked up a pen and started making amendments to Bonnie’s sketch. “I don’t think you’re a fan of Cynthal Peterson.”
Bonnie bit her lip, and after a while, she nodded stiffly. “I’m not.”
“That’s strange.”
Bethan yawned. She then spoke in a half-whisper that only both of them could hear, “Since you’re not a fan of Cynthal’s, why do you pay so much attention to her? You were even willing to quit your job and assume another identity, coming to Morrison Group just to look for her.”
Bonnie closed her eyes. She did not know how Bethan knew about all that, but she knew Bethan was Brettley’s woman. Since she knew everything, that must mean Brettley also…
A sense of helplessness washed over, and it overwhelmed Bonnie.
She sighed. “Am I going to get fired?”
“No.”
Bethan lowered her gaze and continued searching for mistakes in the design sketches. “Only I know about this.”
She winked at Bonnie. “I only wanted to make sure that our goals are aligned. If it isn’t, I might have to tell Brettley.”
Bonnie was instantly stunned at her words. She looked at Bethan’s almost perfect face for a long time before finding her voice again.
“I…”
“Think before you speak,”
Bethan coldly warned. Bonnie clenched her fists tightly.
“I hate Cynthal Peterson.”
Bonnie did not want to lie nor did she want to pretend to be someone she hated. If she were to lose this job, she would find some other way.
“You’re safe.”
Bethan sighed and placed the amended sketch right in front of Bonnie. “Can we find a time to chat after work?”
Bonnie looked at her, stunned. “You…”
“Bethan! “
Before Bonnie could finish her sentence, a middle – aged man’s voice rang out coldly at the entrance.
Bethan put her pen down and lifted her head.
The person coming her way fiercely from the entrance was Brettley’s father, Adrian Morrison.
At that moment, Adrian’s face was filled with rage. He walked toward her, raised his hand, and slapped Bethan.
His slap was too quick, too sudden, and brutal. Slap!
Bethan’s face was slapped to the side as the slapped cheek became swollen. A handprint emerged on her face, too.
Hot, fiery pain seared her face. Bethan clutched her face and looked at Adrian coldly.
“Who are you? What are you trying to do?”
Bonnie got up. She placed herself in between Bethan and Adrian, blocking Bethan with both her arms wide open. “You don’t look young, either. How could you slap someone just like that?”
Adrian looked at Bethan condescendingly. “She deserved it!”
“Uncle, calm down.”
Shannon immediately rushed out of her office. She comforted Adrian while instructing her staff, “Serve Uncle some tea! “
Shannon was one of Granny Morrison’s distant relatives. How could she not know who Adrian Morrison was?
She was gleeful when Adrian slapped Bethan. “A successful man would always be seduced by many b*tches. Why are you so angry? President Morrison would dump her once he had enough of her; she won’t marry into the Morrison family. You don’t have to be so angry.”
Then, Shannon lifted her head and looked at Bethan arrogantly. “What are you waiting for? Apologize to my uncle! “
“Apologize? What for? “
Bonnie rolled her eyes. “He was the one who slapped her, yet Bethan has to apologize?”
“Of course, ” harrumphed Shannon as she raised her head. “She made my uncle unhappy. Should she not apologize for that?”
“I ‘m sure you don’t know this, Bonnie, but this is my uncle, President Morrison’s father! “
At those words, Bonnie’s expressions immediately changed.
Shannon took the opportunity to continue with her attacks. “My uncle is unhappy that a woman like Bethan seduced the president, so he got angry. Did she not deserve that slap? Should she not apologize?”
“She should…”
Upon Bonnie’s words, everyone agreed in a soft tone.
That man was President Morrison’s father! They could not afford to offend him!
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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