Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 194: A Graceful Retort

Heather had transformed completely from the person she was just the day before. Previously, she sported long bangs, hiding behind them due to her deep-seated insecurities, never daring to look people in the eye. She would walk with her head down most of the time, briefly acknowledging acquaintances with a quick nod before returning to her subdued stance.

Today, she stood tall, her gaze fixed ahead, her bangs swept up and her glasses replaced with contact lenses. A subtle makeup graced her face, softening her features with a hint of sharpness. Previously fearful of wearing high heels, she limited herself to low, chunky heels and baggy pants that hid her figure.

Now, she donned a business suit with a skirt, her flawless legs encased in black stockings, complemented by high heels. She had practiced walking in them all of last night, a far cry from her unnoticed presence at work, akin to a pebble on the roadside that no one bothers to look at.

However, today, from the moment she entered the company, she drew many eyes; people could hardly believe she was Heather. Dressed up, Heather was far more striking than the flamboyant Alison-a testament to a woman's true presence.

Her high heels clicked decisively against the clean floor tiles, drawing an irked Alison towards her. Alison believed Heather had merely changed her clothes and was still the same underneath, expecting her to meekly lower her head as before.

Approaching nonchalantly, Alison jeered, "Wow, I hardly recognized you. Is that Heather? What's with today-caught in a whirlwind or took the wrong medication?"

Heather paused, hearing her voice not with the old fear but with calmness as she replied, "Isn't this Alison? There are only five minutes left to clock in, and you're still leisurely strolling. Oh, I forgot, you have your backers, unlike us."

applied to the company together. Heather, always buried in her books, had helped Alison

could have succeeded without her. Eventually, Alison resorted to dubious means, seducing Paul to secure her position

back? Have you grown tired of living?" She moved to slap Heather, but the blow never landed.

is superior here. My mother has never slapped me; you certainly don't have the right," Heather stated, each word

kicked out of the company right now, do you believe that?" Alison

and I indeed need this job, but I've done nothing wrong. The company can't just fire me. Besides, I've heard that Mr. Montgomery's wife is quite formidable, Alison. If I were you, as his mistress, I wouldn't flaunt it so openly, lest it catch his wife's attention. Who do you think he would support then: help you, or watch you

fumed, her face turning a shade of

job. What about you? You don't even understand your own graduation project; I did it for you. Do you think every

had always been honest and sincere but not stupid. Yesterday's words and actions from Aurora had been enlightening. She didn't intend to

I never notice how sharp your tongue

better? Don't think I don't know; your family is in worse shape. If you lose this job, wouldn't your mother beat you to death?" Heather and Alison lived in the same building, and Heather had often seen Alison's burly, fierce mother chase

needles. Alison