Even though Melissa and the rest had heard Nathan's beckoning, they did not stop, and instead, they sped up their pace as they tried to leave. With a frown, Anne quickly moved up and blocked their path. "President Chapman called you, didn't you hear?" Melissa looked up at Anne, the sweat on her forehead threatening to drip. "Oh, is it? I didn't hear him." Left with no choice, Melissa tensed her jaw and returned to the room. Nathan frowned quickly as he saw Melissa’s return. "Are you the presidents in this company?" Melissa looked up at Nathan before shaking her head frantically. "Of course not! President Chapman, please don't say that; we can't bear the responsibility of being a president!" Nathan swept a glance at Melissa. "I don't like your work attitude. Even if we didn't have the promise we just did in place, I think it's time you leave the company." Taken by surprise, Melissa shook her head hysterically. "No! President Chapman, please don't fire us! We're wrong
As soon as Melissa's words came out, the rest of her group quietened down as their expressions turned dark. They then looked at each other before they swarmed her, jumping her and grabbing her hair. "My sisters, hit her!" "That was not what you said when you persuaded us to do those things! Now that you've exploited all our worthiness, you're abandoning us and showing your true colors!" At that moment, about seven or eight women grasped at Melissa's hair as if they were going to separate it from her scalp. Not only did they press Melissa against the floor and kept scratching at her face, but they punched and kicked her as well. Melissa tried to resist, but as the only person on her team, she could not contend with more than a dozen hands attacking her simultaneously. "Gaaaaaah! Let go of me! Have all of you gone crazy? Help! Help!" Even though Melissa repeatedly screamed for help, no one around seemed to be willing to help her. Wilhemina and the rest immediately retur
Rachel rolled her eyes and tossed her phone aside before continuing her artwork. Soon, waves of screams echoed from the ground floor of Chapman Group building. Rachel furrowed her brows and plugged her ears with earphones. She then returned her attention to the artwork with music played on her phone. The moment the door opened, everyone including Wilhemina, stood up in excitement and admiration. They held up their hair, trying to present the best version of themselves to the visitor. However, even with all the noise, Rachel gave no response. She just sat in her workroom, listening to her music while drawing her design. Eventually, Wilhemina and the rest had their smiles turned into a jealous, rageful scowl. A pair of expensive leather shoes stepped into Rachel's workroom and stopped. Immediately after, a cold hand reached out and pulled out Rachel's earphone. Rachel raised her chin irritatedly. "Wilhemina, I warned you..." In the next room, Wilhemina was upset about
Before Wilhemina could react, Edward had already withdrawn his hand. It was evident that he was doing it on purpose. Next, he stepped on the phone with his expensive leather shoes. He stepped on it again and again until the phone screen was broken beyond repair. "If I see you do this again, it won't be as simple as a ruined phone." Looking at the cracked phone on the floor and having heard Edward's words, Rachel started to ponder. 'I assumed that even if Edward knew someone was taking pictures of me being exposed, he would look at it in schadenfreude without stepping in. 'But he did...' Wilhemina lowered her head in reluctance but kept her mouth shut. "Yes, Mr. Bluemel, I know now." Before he left, he did not forget to let Nathan handle the cleaning up. "Go to your boss to reimburse your phone." Once he had said that, he left with Rachel on his shoulder. After Edward and Rachel left, the other women finally surrounded Wilhemina. One of them picked up Wilhemina
Anne shook her head at Nathan. "President Chapman, why would you think that? If you're really useless, the Chapman Group wouldn't have existed." With a smile, Nathan shook his head. He could not understand what Edward's intention was because Edward had a family. Even though he cared about his son, he never did for his wife. He did not even touch her even once in the five years they were married. 'If he really wanted to fight for Rachel with me, will he choose to divorce Rue? Even if he wants to divorce Rue, will he opt not to do it if his son objects?' 'Will he give up on Rachel or let her be a woman of no dignity?' Nathan shook his head. The more he thought about it, the less he understood. Meanwhile, the driver stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, speeding away. Rachel continued to slap Edward's shoulders. "What are you doing?! Get off of me now!" The corner of Edward’s mouth curled upwards. "Is this how you speak with your clients?" Rachel snapped. "That
Rachel stomped her feet but was pinned, once again, by Edward on the seat. "Rachel, do you only learn lessons after you break through a wall?" Rachel glared at Edward. "So what? If it weren't for you, would I walk into a wall?" Edward rubbed Rachel's head while still bickering with Rachel simultaneously. "Save it. The wall must be miserable to be walked into by someone like you." ...Rachel brushed away Edward's hand disgustedly. "Go to hell, don't touch me. Not a single good thing has happened to me ever since I met you. It has all gone downhill from there." Edward nodded while he stroked his chin. "That's because all your luck has been used to meet me." Rachel raised a finger at Edward dismissively. "Stop trying to say things that are equivalent to verbal dog excrement. If it is really like that, I would rather not meet you at all." Edward grabbed Rachel's wrist seriously. "Never say things like that ever again." Rachel lifted her chin with a huff. "So, what if I do?!
Edward's face sank. 'This woman deserves death!' He grabbed Rachel's wrist seriously. "Tell me, what do you think of the grin just now?" Equally serious, Rachel shook his head. "Edward, I'll be honest; if you want to continue your parent-child relationship, don't smile at your son like that." Edward looked irritated, as though he was going to explode at any minute. "You were the one who asked me to smile." Rachel shrugged. "How would I know that you have such a creepy smile?" She could not help but feel defeated. After all, Edward never had a problem smiling naturally when he was teasing her. Edward shook his head and touched his face. "Is it? Don’t people say handsome people are handsome no matter what they do?" Rachel shrugged in disgust. "Maybe you're that in other people's eyes. You're so exalted that you're untouchable." Edward pinched Rachel's chin teasingly. "Oh? What do I look like in your eyes?" Rachel was slightly dumbfounded as animals and objects coursed t
Josh and Ziggy smiled at each other before they looked at Jane. "Ms. Jane, we're fine, let's go." However, when they were walking, Josh clutched at his stomach as his face paling dramatically. "Oh, my stomach hurts! It hurts!" Jane hugged Josh worriedly. "What happened?! Why do you suddenly have a stomachache? Did you eat something bad? Are you okay, Josh?" Ziggy patted a panicking Jane. "Ms. Jane, you should bring Josh to the doctor. I'm feeling better now that I've had a poop in the toilet." Jane nodded quickly. "Okay, I'll bring Josh to see the doctor!" Ziggy nodded and took a few steps before clutching his aching stomach. "Oh! I need to use the toilet again. It's coming out!" Jane was stressed; if only she could split into two people, she would be able to take care of both of them at the same time. She stopped and looked at Ziggy. "Is it really bad? Can you hold it in a little bit?" Josh tugged at Jane's hand dreadfully. "Ms. Jane, it hurts a lot!" Ziggy then sh