Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 185

I offered a textbook HR–approved smile.“No

objections, Mr. Jones.”

Zach also replied, “Me neither.”

What mortal dares object? He always does as he pleased.

Evan’s eyes darkened slightly. His gaze lingered for a moment on my overly fake smile like acid testing counterfeit gold.

After a while, he waved his hand.“Fine. Off

you guys go.”

Zach and I turned to leave. We were nearly at

the door when his voice halted us

again.“We’re working overtime tonight. Zach, order dinner. Olivia, bring your laptop to my office later.”

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Our eyes met in silent despair. Is this corporate marathon ever going to end? I wondered if Mr. Wayne had left yet–we desperately needed his pills for this

soul–crushing grind.

“Steel yourself,” Zach muttered in the

hallway.“Mr. Jones will keep us past midnight.”

not afraid of overtime.”

overtime with him that frays my

rubbed my temples. With

poured myself another cup of coffee. After drinking it,

rebelled.

city flickered on, illuminating the most dazzling and extravagant urban

Except for drinks, Mr. Jones didn’t allow any other

or leave crumbs in his office would be reprimanded severely.

Evan

I’ll go get her.”

office and

them. I grimaced.“…Actually, I’m

on a diet.”

comparable to eating with a headmaster. He tried to persuade me,“Just nibble something. Otherwise he’ll send a

cohesion.”

as the three of us sat down. I

analyst dissecting evidence. The coffee’s acidic aftermath turned

Evan glanced at

bit. Maybe it’s because I had

I shoveled a tactical mouthful to shut down

mistake. Forced swallowing triggered gastric warfare. By the

did I have

I

finished.

meal.“.

returned to my

down his chopsticks, the atmosphere inexplicably tense. He coldly looked at