Chapter 41

The next morning, Effie had barely set foot in the office when Mitchell stormed over, his face flushed with anger.

He raised his voice, not caring who heard. "Effie, what the hell was that about? Were you trying to piss off Mr. Horace on purpose? Why'd you leave early? You just ditched one of our most important clients?"

Effie faced Mitchell's tirade with a composed expression. Her gaze was cool, her tone steady and unyielding. "Mr. Lloyd, are you just looking for someone to blame? Were you even there last night? Do you actually know what happened?"

Mitchell's brow furrowed, his anger barely contained. "Don't try to wriggle out of this, Effie. You know the deal-we agreed that if you didn't close the contract, I wouldn't sign off on your commission. Don't think you can just walk away with the money."

Effie looked at him—this man she'd wasted years of affection on-and felt only disgust.

At least now she could finally see him for who he really was.

Before she could reply, Suzan sauntered over, hips swaying as she put on her usual fake smile. "Sis, you'd better call Mr. Horace and smooth things over. Maybe if you grovel, you'll still have a shot at the contract."

cold laugh, her eyes flicking over Suzan's

can relax. Mr. Horace has already signed

the

it—she refused

When she saw Mr. Horace's name scrawled there, she blurted out, "That's impossible! You left early last night—how could

concealed. "Suzan, how I got the signature is none

an angry red. "This signature has

calm, edging on sarcastic. "Suzan, do you really think everyone's as fake as you? From head to toe, nothing about you

had spent a small fortune on cosmetic

up, almost unconsciously, to touch her cheek.

people to find out, maybe don't do it in the first place. You claim the

there,

phone started to ring. Mitchell glanced at the screen, then quickly answered. "Hello, Mr.

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