Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)

Chapter 500 Clarifying the Situation

Normally, I had no interest in seeing people undermining each other. However, it was quite interesting to see the people who tried to subvert me throw each other under the bus.

Anne was holding my hand, and I could clearly feel hers trembling. Mr. Finnley was technically somewhat reputable in this industry. If he truly messed with her, then she would never be able to make a comeback. Anne looked at him and stuttered, "M-Mr. Finnley!"

"You dug your own grave. Calling out to me won't save your butt." Mr. Finnley glared at her menacingly before he turned around and looked at me. "We're all in the same department, Rinatta. You're making a big ruckus..."

"Do you think I had it easy before?" I shook off Anne's hand and looked at my arm, which had gotten fleshier recently. "You said you were going to give me a satisfactory explanation. Well, you should keep your word. Don't you think? So, how are you going to handle Anne?" I didn't look at her. Instead, I trained my gaze on Mr. Finnley.

Men like Mr. Finnley were a dime a dozen in Pyrosia. They would resort to every dirty trick in the book to get what they wanted.

As expected, Mr. Finnley responded to me without a second thought, "You've just admitted to your misdeed, Anne. You're the culprit, aren't you?"

"T-That's not it, Mr. Finnley. Y-You know the "

Before Anne could finish her sentence, Mr. Finnley cut her off, "If that's the case, then I don't want to hear another word out of you. I hereby declare that you're fired. Pack up your stuff and get the hell out of here immediately!"

Finnley in disbelief. "Mr. Finnley,

menacingly. "If you leave the company now, I can fight for

so

eyebrow. "Is this

who asked for a satisfactory explanation?" Mr. Finnley looked at me,

pay for our

fighting back tears, before turning my gaze to Mr. Finnley. "She's still a skillful designer. We might as well let her stay

openly and make a post to clear things up in the company forum. That isn't asking

rested my gaze on Anne. Her face turned pale for a second before it turned red. It seemed

to clarify the situation, it would be as good as

sorely mistaken if she thought not making

everyone would know that she had done something

pondered on it

you an open apology. I made a mistake this time, and I'll make a post on the company forum

chance to keep working in

were tear stains on Anne's cheeks, but she bit her