Chapter 206 Deliberately Designed to Be Harassed

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Brandon Robinson stormed in, seething with anger.

"Melinda, what the hell is this?" Brandon slammed a document onto Melinda's desk, his face flushed with fury. "Who do you think you are, demoting me like this?"

Melinda looked up, her gaze icy. "You know exactly why."

"I was just trying to boost the company's profits. What's wrong with that?" Brandon sneered, his eyes full of mockery. "But you, Melinda, do you think just because you cozied up to Raymond to get your position, you can do whatever you want here?"

Melinda's expression darkened instantly. She stood up, staring directly into Brandon's eyes. "Watch your mouth. I run this lab, and I have the authority to make any decisions."

Brandon was momentarily taken aback by her assertiveness but quickly regained his arrogance. "Fine, since you put it that way, don't blame me for being uncooperative. I can organize a strike. Let's see how your lab operates then."

"Go ahead and try." Melinda's face remained emotionless. "But before you do, I suggest you look into how much lab material you've been siphoning off for your side projects over the years. Don't think everyone is blind. Every piece of equipment and material has a record. Falsifying purchase orders is a crime."

Brandon's face turned ashen. He stared at Melinda, wide-eyed. "How... how did you know?"

"People aren't as oblivious as you think," Melinda said coldly. "The Thomas Group's legal team doesn't mess around. If you don't want to end up in jail..."

Brandon's bravado vanished instantly. His lips trembled as he looked at Melinda. "I'll... I'll resign. Is that enough?"

"That will do." Melinda smiled slightly. "This lab has no place for the incompetent."

Brandon turned and left in a huff, only to be stopped at the door by Melinda's security. He had no choice but to lower his head and leave dejectedly.

Melinda sat back down and picked up her phone, seeing a message from Raymond: "I heard you fired a few deputy supervisors and senior lab technicians today? Good job, but be careful. Let me know if there's any danger."

She smiled and replied, "Thanks, I'll be careful."

Just then, her assistant Kathy rushed in. "Mrs. Thomas, here's the urgent document you needed."

Melinda took the file, glanced at it, and frowned slightly. "It's time to clean out these tumors."

The atmosphere in the lab office became instantly solemn...

Meanwhile, the financial summit center was bustling with people.

Gwyneth, dressed in an elegant gown, was scanning the crowd for Raymond.

Upon spotting him, she immediately approached with a smile. "Raymond, you're here too?"

Raymond glanced at her and nodded. "Yeah."

"I heard you're speaking on behalf of the Thomas Group at this summit," Gwyneth said eagerly. "I'm really interested in finance. Could you give me some advice?"

"You should consult a professional financial advisor," Raymond replied coolly. Gwyneth was disappointed but didn't give up. She thought for a moment and said, "Raymond, where's your translator? She's not here? How about I help you with translation?"

"No, thank you," Raymond declined again.

Gwyneth bit her lip, feeling a bit resentful.

She knew that to get close to Raymond, she had to find any possible opening.

At 5 PM, the cocktail party officially began.

Gwyneth moved through the crowd with a glass of wine.

She spotted a foreign businessman and quickly engaged him in conversation.

A few minutes later, she deliberately led the businessman to Raymond's private room. Pretending to be harassed, she screamed loudly, "Help! Someone's assaulting me!" The door flew open, and she threw herself into Raymond's arms, her dress disheveled. Raymond's face darkened immediately. "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted. He pushed Gwyneth away and took off his jacket to cover her.

He shot a cold glance at the foreign businessman and said in fluent English, "Please show some respect."

The businessman, intimidated by Raymond's demeanor, quickly left.

Raymond looked at Gwyneth, frowning. "Are you okay?"

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"I'm... I'm fine," Gwyneth said, her voice trembling. "Thank you, Raymond."

"Stuart, take her home," Raymond instructed his assistant.

Gwyneth was escorted away by Stuart, a smug smile on her face.

She knew her plan had worked.

At 10 PM, Melinda was still in her office, reviewing documents.

She rubbed her sore neck and looked up to see Raymond walking in.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

"There were some issues at the financial summit that needed handling," Raymond explained. "What about you? Why are you still here so late?"

"I'm cleaning up some problems in the lab," Melinda said. "It's time for a thorough reorganization."

Raymond walked over and glanced at the documents in her hand. "Need any help?" "No, I've got it mostly under control," Melinda smiled, looking up at him. "How was the summit today?"

"It was fine," Raymond said nonchalantly. "Just ran into a bit of trouble."

He recounted the day's events to Melinda, including Gwyneth's attempt to seduce the foreign businessman.

Melinda frowned upon hearing this.

"Don't worry, I handled it," Raymond reassured her. "You don't need to be concerned." Raymond took Melinda home.

Back at the villa, Melinda still had work to do, so she asked Raymond to put Sam to bed while she went to the study to finish her paperwork.

But for some reason, she couldn't calm her mind.

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The next morning, after Raymond left to take Sam to school, Melinda picked up her phone and called Gwyneth.

She firmly requested a meeting at noon, specifically mentioning the jacket.

Gwyneth, though reluctant, understood Melinda's intent.

With a sigh, she agreed.

At noon, Melinda arrived in a pink suit, seeing Gwyneth already waiting with an

untouched glass of lemon water in front of her.

"Gwyneth, you're here," Melinda greeted with a smile.

Gwyneth stood up, nervously adjusting her clothes. "Melinda."

After they sat down, Melinda got straight to the point. "Gwyneth, you still have

Raymond's jacket, right? I'll take it back for cleaning."

Gwyneth was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. "Oh, that jacket. I... I brought

it with me."

She handed over a paper bag, her eyes showing a hint of reluctance.

She knew she had lost a round in this battle for love.

Melinda, on the other hand, stood tall like a victor.

At that moment, Melinda's phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, frowning slightly.

Answering the call, she heard a familiar voice. "Melinda, a female celebrity is trying to

get close to Raymond at the press conference..."

Melinda's face darkened instantly.

She gave a few cold instructions before hanging up.

Looking out the window, her eyes were filled with determination. She wouldn't let

anyone destroy her family!

After dealing with the call...