In a certain hotelâs luxury suite, Abigail was riding through hell and high water to upgrade her way of life.
âFuck! Youâre so good, Daddy!â Abigail moaned, panting against Matthew Farley. Glistening sweat rolled down their skin.
âThatâs it, doll⦠I love it when you call me that. Come on, whoâs your Daddy?â Matthew groaned, spouting out the entire spectrum of filth that was dirty talk.
All Abigail wanted was for him to finish, however. It wasnât the first time she had slept with someone to get a promotion. This time, it was to become the general manager of the news department she was in.
Just when the finish line was in sight, the hotel room door was unexpectedly thrown open.
Abigail shrieked, quickly diving under the covers.
t Matthew, meanwhile, hurriedly pulled on his underwear. A chilling sensation shot down his spine like icy spikes as he turned to see who was at the door.
âH-Honey?â
âSo this is the whore youâve been sleeping with, Matthew Farley? Aurora Cristole, Matthewâs wife, cried. She glared menacingly at Abigail, looking at her up and down.
Aurora was a wom was a woman of nearly five foot seven, while Abigail was not. The latter qualled when the woman shrugged off her coat, revealing broad shoulders that spoke of a diligent gym routine.
âHere I was, thinking she would be nice on the eyes. Where did you find this piece of roadkill?â
Aurora then stormed over and dragged Abigail out of the bed by her hair, slapping her hard on the cheeks.
Abigailâs lip split open, and blood seeped out, staining the corners of her mouth.
âAh! Help me, Mr. Farley!â Abigail screamed in pain.
But Matthew didnât dare. He stayed on the floor, quaking in sheer fright.
Just then, Auroraâs assistant walked into the room, flanked by two burly guards.
âBreaking news! My bossâ husband, Director Matthew Farley, has been caught red-handed for sleeping with his subordinate! What a vixen! What a cheat! Donât miss out on this news now!â
The woman was live-streaming the scene..
Abigail and Matthew were utterly shocked.
+15 BONUS âHuh, how can you even entertain such a thought, Mr. Beckett? Ms. Alyssa told me to buy it for you. Do you still think youâre worthy of Ms. Alyssaâs cooking?â Sean mocked.
Jasper was dumbfounded, his jaw clenched tight.
âYouâre speaking in vain. Itâs not as if Ms. Alyssa never cooked for Mr. Beckett. If he wasnât worthy, how could she have done so for three years?â Xavier snapped angrily. He could no longer hold back his anger.
Sean glanced at Jasper with disdain. âAlice might make dog food, but thatâs not the case for Ms.
Alyssa.â
Xavier was utterly infuriated. He clenched his fists, ready to throw a punch at him. âHow dare you!
âThatâs enough, Xavier,â Jasper called a halt to his actions. Instead, he questioned Sean sternly, âWhy did Alyssa send me this?â
âMs. Alyssa sent me here to tell you that she has already received the anonymous email you sent. This is what she gave you in return.â
Jasper was stunned for a while. She already knew? So soon?
âMs. Alyssa sent this cake to remind you not to treat her like a fool. Sheâs incredibly smart and has extremely talented people around her. She doesnât need a strategist whoâs as dense as a dog.â
ÐпÑе Sean had finished his sentence, he didnât even bother to excuse himself. He simply turned and left the office right away.
âStrategist whoâs as dumb as a dog⦠Was he talking about you?â
Jasper thought that even if it had been that apparent, he did not need to point it out Xavier finally realized what he had blurted out when he saw Jasperâs grim expression. His face turned pale in an instant, and he timidly retreated to the corner of the wall.