Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 225 Addicted To Being A Lapdog

Linda was not afraid. She walked to the sink calmly and said, “I’m talking to you. If you don’t understand, I don’t mind repeating myself! You dress up all day long. Those who don’t know might think that you’re a complete slut!”

“Get out of the way! I’m going to tear her mouth apart!” The woman in the tight skirt was so angry that her entire body was trembling. She glared at Linda with red eyes. “Linda Galler, are you fucking addicted to being a lapdog? Did Rachel give you some kind of potion? Do you think her farts smell like roses or something?”

Linda turned off the tap, took a tissue, and slowly wiped her fingers. “You’re talking so dirty. Did you forget to wipe your mouth when you went to the toilet just now? Do you want me to help you?”

Setting aside Linda’s status in the company, just the fact that she was also a close confidante of Rachel’s was enough to make them realize they could

not afford to mess with her.

The companion of the woman in the tight skirt was worried that things would get out of hand. They quickly covered that woman’s mouth and looked at Linda apologetically. “Ms. Galler, she didn’t mean it. Please ignore what she just said. It was all our fault before. We gotta go now.”

As soon as they finished speaking, they dragged the tight skirt woman out of the restroom immediately.

After the group of people left, Linda leaned against the sink with weak legs. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and returned to the top floor.

However, just as she returned to her office, before she could sit down properly, Rachel’s internal call came. “Come to my office.”

the phone, she quickly walked

office.

as she entered, she heard Rachel ask, “Did

a moment. She bit her lip and

just waiting for her to make a mistake and be punished so they could

not strange for

trash–talking you behind your

expected Rachel to be enraged, but

them say what they will. Their words hold

Rachel could finish her sentence, Linda refuted firmly,

slightly and stared at Linda with

she struggled to find the words. “You’re not at fault. It’s not you who’s wrong, but rather those who have hurt you! You taught me that we should never forgive those who hurt us, but rather retaliate

Linda and could not

changed.”

had become

and at the mercy

curled into a smile.

be