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.”

faintly.“I’m not afraid of overtime.”

overtime with him that

With my

myself another cup of coffee. After

rebelled.

the city flickered on, illuminating the most dazzling and extravagant urban

in the outer rest area. Except for drinks, Mr. Jones

to eat snacks or leave crumbs in his office would be reprimanded

us,” Evan said

go get her.”

my office and asked me

I

on a diet.”

would want to eat with their boss? The terror was comparable to eating

cohesion.”

uneasy silence as the three of us sat down.

a forensic analyst dissecting evidence. The coffee’s acidic aftermath turned each grain

Evan glanced

it’s because

tactical mouthful

a mistake. Forced swallowing triggered gastric warfare. By the fifth performative bite, my stomach staged a coup.

did I have to

myself, I slammed the

“I’m finished.

meal.“.

to my

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