Anya was curious. She wondered how Frederick could resolve the situation with Wynne, who was in a drunken rage.Frederick calmly approached Wynne and said, "You won't die by hurting yourself. Why not just jump off the window?"He gestured toward a nearby window.Wynne's mind was muddled by alcohol, and he suddenly perked up."Of course! Why didn't I think of that? Mr. York, you're a really good person!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet.Anya glared at Frederick in disbelief. "Is this your solution?"Frederick nodded with a cheerful smile. "Of course, if he jumps, he won't be hitting himself anymore or making a scene. Problem solved!"Anya swallowed hard at Frederick's logic. "What if he dies? Aren't you worried about the consequences?"Frederick smiled faintly. "It's just the second floor. He won't die, he might break a leg at most. Since he wants to die, I simply offered him a more effective method, and he even should thank me for it."Meanwhile, Wynne was already perched at
Anya's expression hardened at Frederick's words.Frigid? The implication stung, as she had no personal experience to validate his claim.Frederick continued calmly, "Don't worry, sweetheart, it's not a serious condition. I'll treat you."Anya shot him a glacial look. First, he diagnosed her with being frigid, and now he proposed to "treat" her.Wasn't this just a thinly veiled attempt to initiate something weird? She had momentarily believed in his supposed medical expertise, but now it was clear he was simply a lecherous opportunist!Anger bubbling over, Anya snapped, "Get out!"Frederick was taken aback by the outburst and scratched his head in confusion. He had merely stated a medical truth, so why the hostility?Frigidity could stem from both personality and physiological factors. Based on his knowledge, even though Anya lacked experience in that realm, her condition was evident.It was easily treatable, requiring only some medicinal concoctions for regulation.He couldn't
Olivia's eyes widened as she recognized the dapper man before her was none other than the carefree Frederick who had ingeniously persuaded all the other interviewees to leave the day before."Mr. York! It's you!" she exclaimed.Frederick laughed heartily. "Indeed, it is. How could you not recognize me? Weren't you expressing your gratitude yesterday? Could it be you were merely being polite?"Olivia shook her head fervently. "No, Mr. York! Why would I lie? It's just that you look so different today!Frederick chuckled. It seemed like a new coat of paint could transform a house into a mansion. A simple change of attire and a bit of grooming had transformed him beyond recognition."Didn't Ms. Mallin comment on my casual attire yesterday? I had no choice but to dress up today."Olivia nodded in understanding, acknowledging that a high-end company demanded a more formal appearance. She glanced at her own simple floral dress, a hint of self-consciousness coloring her cheeks.As they
As soon as Olivia stepped out, she was confronted by a stern-looking woman storming toward her."You're the new hire from yesterday's interview, right?"Olivia offered a hesitant nod before Grace slapped her sharply."You foul-mouthed wench, today you'll learn some respect."Before Olivia could respond, another blow landed, even harsher than the first.Raised in a sheltered environment, Olivia was paralyzed with fear. She made no attempt to defend herself, only covering her face and sobbing. "Why are you doing this?"It was truly an unimaginable start to her first day at work.Grace smiled smugly. "I'm hitting you because I feel like it. Do I need another reason? I just have itchy hands, is that a good enough reason for you?"The commotion swiftly caught the attention of their colleagues, yet no one dared to step in. Grace's domineering reputation preceded her, being the cousin of Team Two's leader.Everyone recognized Priscilla as the capable and influential former CEO, whose
Ivy's hold on the company was precarious. If she truly pushed Grace and Priscilla too far, a mass employee walkout led by them would spell disaster for the company.The tense silence stretched, broken only by Grace's haughty lift of her chin.Grace couldn't help but bristle at the sight of Olivia's delicate features. It wasn't long ago that Grace reigned supreme as the company's second-fairest beauty, overshadowed only by her own cousin, Priscilla.She had always grappled with feelings of inadequacy compared to Priscilla's stunning looks.However, Grace's confidence was shaken upon the arrival of Timbergale Corporation. Once a clear second place in the company's internal beauty pageant, Grace now found herself demoted.The stunning director Ivy and her alluring secretary Shirley had already pushed Grace down to fourth place.Now, with the arrival of the newcomer Olivia, Grace found herself relegated to fifth.This new hierarchy, especially the men's immediate shift in attention,
A grip clamped down on Grace's wrist, halting her mid-swing.Startled, Grace fought to pull free, her gaze landing on a handsome stranger. A sliver of familiarity flickered in his features, yet she couldn't pinpoint where she'd seen him before."Who are you? Let go of me!"Frederick smiled and replied, "Forgotten me so soon? Perhaps you've conveniently erased your memories of Stanva City as well?"Fury surged through Frederick when he learned Grace had slapped Olivia twice. It wasn't just the bullying of a kind woman that enraged him, but the twisted turn of events.Grace had misinterpreted his words as Olivia's, leading to the assault. Frederick couldn't be a bystander.In a swift motion, Frederick delivered a stinging slap to Grace's face.The sharp crack echoed through the stunned office.Grace reeled, collapsing to the floor. The scene transformed the witnesses into stunned spectators, their jaws slack with disbelief. The once-domineering Grace lay sprawled on the floor,
"Ms. Mallin, if firing Frederick is even on the table, then consider my resignation as well."Frederick had become an unexpected hero in the eyes of his colleagues.Initially, Ivy intended a simple reprimand for Frederick. However, her impassioned words acted as a spark, igniting a firestorm of pent-up grievances among the employees. With the exception of the "Priscilla Gang", the entire office seemed united. If this situation wasn't handled delicately, it could very well escalate into a full-blown strike.Ivy was caught between a rock and a hard place. Grace's tantrum was a ticking time bomb. Offending Grace could trigger a mass exodus led by Priscilla, crippling the branch and shattering Anya's trust in Ivy's leadership.Dealing with Grace directly wasn't an option either; a reprimand for Grace today would ignite another firestorm amongst the employees, already riled up by Frederick's passionate defense of equality.With a resigned sigh, Ivy said, "Just this once."Retreating
"You're nothing but a leech, Frederick York! Worthless and unwanted, that's what you are! Now hurry up and sign these divorce papers so that Pris can be free of you!"A thick stack of papers was rudely thrown right in Frederick's face.He clenched his fists tightly to suppress his rage. He was not in the mood to spare any attention to the well-dressed scion before him. Ignoring Wade Zahler, Frederick set his gaze on a limited edition Ferrari pulled up a distance away."Why won't she come and talk to me herself? I will only discuss the matter of divorce with Priscilla."Upon hearing Frederick's words, Wade behaved as though he'd just heard the joke of the century. He guffawed exaggeratedly."Pris handles business dealings worth tens of millions by the minute! Do you think you're worth her time talking to you personally? Who do you think you are?"For the last three years, she has had numerous dealings with Monroe Group. She is now one of the most prominent and wealthy ladies in th