When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 84

Chapter 84



The employees behind me fell silent, their eyes widening in disbelief as they stared at me. If he truly had authorization, even they might be out of a job.

I stepped forward, glanced at the document in his hand, and let out a scoff, "You call this a signature? It looks like a child's doodle. Clyde was out cold at the time. Who knows how you got this signed? Was a lawyer present? Could any medical staff vouch for its legitimacy? Clyde himself said he didn't authorize this. You dare to forge his signature?"

Clyde doesn't remember, so as far as I'm concerned, it never happened. He was barely conscious; even if it was his signature, it wouldn't hold up. I knew it, and so did York.

York glared at me venomously, "Clyde signed this himself. You think I'd dare to break the law so blatantly?"

"Since you claim he's awake, I'll just go and confront him myself. Let's go!"

He sure knew how to save face, actually walking off with his tail between his legs. As Laird tried to shoulder past me, Jade swiftly pushed him aside.

"Jerk," she muttered under her breath.

I quickly tugged at her arm. She still had to work at the Patterson Group, after all. It was better not to make enemies unnecessarily.

their day. There were compensations to arrange for the victim's family, lawsuits to file against Apex Group, and a public relations nightmare

to tell me Clyde was back home, which finally put

why don't you come back to Patterson

at a hotel near the office for a while. There's too

it made sense to steer clear of the Pattersons. Jade almost always stayed late with me, worried about my health, even sharing

Patterson Group's pipeline for months. The original design hadn't

by taking me out for barbecue,

just work through. They need a detailed summary

relax a bit. My treat, let's get some

else had left, she dragged me out. Before leaving, though, I activated a security feature on my laptop that would turn on

Pet

when my phone buzzed with a security alert. Sure enough, someone was tampering with my computer. All the crucial data was on that laptop,

the app, I saw Paul at my desk,

the password, will you? I'm paying you five hundred for

make a scene; instead, I quietly called Clyde's security to head upstairs,

He looked at me furiously, "Ms. Crawford, what

to the director's office

guard handed me a

we? So, how long do