Revenge is best served cold

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Harvey's intentions were crystal clear. A simple apology would have sufficed, yet he deliberately brought up my termination.

The moment Rowan nodded, Harvey would seize the opportunity to fire me under the guise of following Rowan's orders.

Rowan shot me a quick, subtle glance. Seeing me nod slightly, he let out a small cough before responding, "Of course. But let's set this discussion aside for now. I hope your company can show me real sincerity moving forward."

With that, he dismissed the meeting, effectively issuing an order for us to leave.

After leaving Flint Group, Harvey rushed back to the office ahead of me. As soon as I stepped into the department, a termination notice was thrown in my face by Harvey. Looking up, I saw Heather and the others staring at me with worried expressions.

"I need to speak with you," I said, my tone completely unbothered as I looked at Harvey.

Harvey, who was now brimming with confidence, nodded indifferently. Before heading to his office, I placed my bag down on my desk and turned to Heather. "Watch closely-this is going to be fun."

Then, I stood up and walked into Harvey's office. The moment I stepped in, Harvey put on a fake look of regret as if this wasn't entirely his fault.

not that I don't want to help you, but this project was nearly ruined because of you. The fact that we're letting you go without demanding compensation is already an

"You know me, I'm a kind person. So, just be good and leave quietly. No one will

finish before calmly responding, "Are you sure it's me who should be worried,

he stood up abruptly from his chair. "What

just pretending? There's no one else here. Why keep up the act? From the moment I joined the company, you've been trying

smile disappeared from his face and

he sneered. "You're just a nobody who's been here less than a month. What can you do to

you should just go home and

that, he let out a mocking

how you look, I suppose your husband is probably

why are you so

about maintaining his image. He sat on his desk, treating

looked at

reserved for someone else. Who else would I mess with if not you? Let me be frank. In

watching him like he was a rambling

monologue, the office door suddenly burst