Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1075 A Monster in Disguise

When I saw the state of my office, I told Atticus, "I'll call you back later."

"Sure," Atticus said, and he hung up the phone.

I looked at Carol, who seemed furious, and asked, "What's going on?"

Adelaide immediately jumped in. "Ms. Chloe, it's all my fault. When you and Ms. Carol weren't in the office, I was so busy that I forgot to tidy up your office."

Her explanation sounded reasonable, but the current situation told a different story. Was my office really in such a mess just because I wasn't around?

She was eloquent, but I wasn't buying it. It was evident that someone had messed with my office while I was away.

Carol looked at me, intending to explain, "Ms. Chloe-"

"Ms. Chloe, don't blame Ms. Carol. It's my fault. Ms. Carol wasn't here, and I should have taken more responsibility. It's all my negligence."

Adelaide humbly apologized and glanced at Carol, speaking cautiously, "Ms. Carol, I'm not trying to complain. I understand that you might have had something to attend to. I'm just explaining."

Then, she turned to me again. "Ms. Chloe, please wait a moment. I'll fix it right away!"

After saying that, she swiftly started cleaning up. My gaze met Carol's, and I calmly said, "You can leave."

for a moment. I remained composed. She turned and

walked back to my desk and noticed some grease stains on it. It seemed someone had been eating

on the chair, originally a clean

it across the desk, then reached for a few alcohol wipes. I wiped down the desk, removing any traces, before finally taking

Adelaide, who efficiently cleaned

I had thrown away

don't want something others have

button and called Carol back in, instructing, "Arrange for someone

raised her eyebrows slightly

slightly and she avoided direct eye contact

various reports. This month, the sales figures for

made

wanted them to share the good news with everyone, so I

looked at Eleanor, ready to

go of the

k when handing it to

papers to

couldn't hold back her

dear! Ms. Carol, I'm sorry. Let me pick those up!" She pretended to be careful and diligent, bending down to collect