Unexpected Encounter with my Boss

Chapter 78

"Nothing." William's voice cut through the silence before he turned and walked away.

Brianna didn't chase after him this time. She watched him leave, well-aware that he was still upset. How else could he have suddenly turned so cold toward her? The thought of Jenson and his words sent a jolt through Brianna.

She couldn't stay still. She spun around, hoping to find him and Tiffany where she'd left them, but they had vanished.

Brianna fumbled for her phone and dialed Jenson's number. The unanswered tone echoed in her ears, each ring building her frustration.

Finally, she hung up and stormed back to the dorm, anger simmering inside her.

Tiffany was engrossed in her instant oatmeal and barely gave Brianna a glance as she came back in. She continued eating, her eyes glued to the TV show she was streaming on her laptop. Brianna approached her and questioned, "Tiffany, aren't you taking things too far?"

Tiffany furrowed her brow, uninterested in engaging with Brianna.

However, Brianna was seemingly unhinged as she reached over and yanked the power cord from Tiffany's computer.

The screen flickered and went dark, plunging the room into silence.

glared at Tiffany angrily. "I know you resent me for taking William away, but do you really have to stoop to such underhanded tactics to get back at me?" Instead of responding, Tiffany met her gaze with indifference and asked, "So, is Jenson truly your

getting any answers from Tiffany, she had fallen right into

Tiffany directly in the eye,

what if he

in your messy

up out of nowhere

you see what you've done? William doesn't trust me anymore! His coldness

goal to tear us apart? Well, I've got news for you even if William leaves me, he'd never come back to you!" Tiffany stared

the Brianna standing in front of her now was a stark contrast to the person she had once known. She was a fiery and unreasonable

going to repeat myself. I have zero interest in your messy affairs! Now, plug my laptop back in! I'm

"Tiffany!"

"One!"

grip on the cord tightened until her knuckles whitened. A silent rage

"Two!"

glare could have burned through

"Three!"

bitter laugh escaped

cord back in, her words were like shards of ice.