Chapter 779

“So, he’s not gonna pick up the phone, huh? Fine.” Dorothy thought.

[Okay then, no worries. You do you.]

Dorothy typed out the message on WhatsApp and slid her phone back into her purse.

The cab pulled up to the towering glass facade of Lopez Corporation, and Dorothy strode through

the revolving doors. She rode the elevator up to the fourth-floor offices, where her project team was

based.

Just her luck, as soon as she stepped out, there she was—Ophelia—looking like trouble with a

capital T.

Dorothy really wanted to avoid any drama, but she kept her cool and walked toward her office in her

clicking heels.

Ophelia's eyes narrowed as she watched Dorothy's confident stride, her irritation growing by the

second.

“Dorothy, hold it right there!”

She knew Austin was out of the office discussing business with a business partner, and without him,

there was no one to back Dorothy up.

"Yes?" Dorothy asked, pausing and turning to face her.

Ophelia scoffed, arms crossed as if she ruled the place. "Look at you, strutting around like a vixen.

You think just because Austin has a soft spot for you and wants to chase you, you can throw your

weight around here?"

Dorothy frowned. "What are you on about? I have no clue what you’re saying."

"Oh, please! Drop the act. It's so obvious what you're after. If it's not Austin, who else here could

possibly meet your high standards?" Ophelia rolled her eyes and spat on the floor in disgust.

"Pathetic! Going after married men, you're really something..."

Smack!

It was a loud, resounding slap that Dorothy delivered without a moment's hesitation.

“You hit me?”

"Why wouldn't I? Ophelia, I’ve been lenient with you because Austin asked me to be, but don’t

mistake my silence for weakness. Your uncle pulled strings to get you a job here at the Lopez

Corporation; you should be trying not to waste his efforts."

Dorothy turned around and was about to leave, but Ophelia instantly grabbed her hand.

"Don’t you think you can bully me! Hey everyone, come see this—Project Team Four’s Ms. Sanchez

is a violent thug! She gets parachuted into a cushy job, and now she thinks she can walk all over

us!"

Dorothy hated making a scene, so she shoved Ophelia off.

"If you think there was no reason for me to hit you, feel free to call the cops."

"You think I won’t?"

Ophelia reached for her phone.

Their colleagues, sensing the situation escalating, quickly intervened. Some tried to calm Ophelia

down, while others went to inform Austin.

Soon, Ophelia's phone buzzed. It was Austin, furious. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Didn't I tell

you to leave Ms. Sanchez alone?"

"I can't stand her, so what? She's a director, but that doesn’t mean everyone has to like her! Plus,

you’re my uncle, not even divorced from my aunt yet, and here you are, always siding with Dorothy.

Real classy!"

"You’re really asking for it, and I can't help you anymore. Just wait to get fired by the Lopez

Corporation!"

"Fired? For what? I’m the one who got hit! Can't I even voice my opinion?" Ophelia was still

convinced she was in the right, completely blameless. "Trying to cover for her, huh? What, haven't

won her over yet? Playing her lapdog?"

Austin was about to explode. "I don't have any right to associate with Ms. Sanchez! Ophelia, just so

you know, Dorothy is Mr. Lopez’s woman—hell, they even have kids together!"

"What? Who?"

"Mr. Lopez! Everett Lopez!"