When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 53

Chapter 53



"Melanie, you broke the bracelet! And it was a gift to me! And why should I pay you? You haven't made a dime for the Patterson family!" Kayla yelled hysterically, her nerves frayed.

I shrugged. "Then, wait for the Patterson family to call the cops."

It didn't matter to me if they reported it. But the idea of scaring Kayla amused me. At the mention of calling the police, Kayla's face went through several shades of panic.

The jewelry was a gift to her, and she ended up stealing and breaking it, a serious offense.

Besides, the Patterson family was there that day. There was no way she could talk her way out of this.

But as long as Clyde didn't pursue it, she thought she was safe. Realizing that, Kayla turned her puppy-dog eyes toward Clyde. "Clyde, I did it for the company! Melanie is the head designer. How can she work for outsiders? And she knows so many company secrets. What if she leaks them?"

She cleverly avoided mentioning the bracelet, showing some smarts.

"Ms. Osborne, you really know how to play the victim-breaking the Patterson family bracelet and not owning up to it, and now you're blaming Melanie," Vinson and his team approached, greeting me warmly.

Vinson glared at Kayla and Clyde. "Since they're not divorced, doesn't half of Clyde's money belong to his wife? Why shouldn't she ask for compensation? Melanie is still Mrs. Patterson of the Patterson Group. Why would she leak her family's secrets?"

Kayla's colleagues looked at each other, unsure of what to say. If some other company's head designer might leak secrets, the boss' wife of the Patterson Group had no reason to.

great, but who would pick a fight with

look at them,

drive a wedge between Clyde and me,

straight to me. "Let's go. There's a project we need to

anyone's reaction, he

we nearly reached the door, Kayla had hurried after us. "Clyde, wait for

click-clacked as she stumbled

"Go back

driver to leave. I saw Kayla shaking her fists in frustration in

kept silent, and so did

discuss a project, a new overpass in the suburbs. Clyde had caught wind of it early and was ready to take action. This time, he

out. "Melanie, help

was compared to my smaller frame, I stepped back and pulled out my phone to call the driver

but I only glanced at him before turning away. If we were heading for divorce,

I ignored the still-drunk Clyde and went straight to my work desk. Since I wasn't taking a leave, I might as well get some

when

a mix of sobs and screams. "Melanie, my project got stolen,

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brother-in-law? He's taking t

the

worked

she got replaced by a