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.

clutching the cord as she 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

faltered for a moment. Instead of getting any answers from

her composure and looked Tiffany directly in the eye, refusing to show any

what if he

no interest in your messy love life,"

of nowhere and spewed all

doesn't trust me anymore! His coldness cuts right through me, and it's all your

your goal to tear us apart? Well, I've got news for you even if William

had always been a soft-spoken, polite, and sensible girl. But the Brianna standing in front of her now was a stark contrast to the person she had once known. She was a

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

"Tiffany!"

"One!"

until her knuckles whitened. A silent rage pulsed

"Two!"

glare could have

"Three!"

cold, bitter laugh escaped

were like shards of ice. "Tiffany, you started the war. Don't blame me when