The Woman From Hell

"I didn't sleep with him." I hastily waved my hands. " That day, I had to get up early to catch my flight, so I was really tired. After I got to the hotel, I rested for a while. Xander was in the living room reading the script the entire time. Nothing happened. Did you call because..."

"Enough. Do you think that I'll believe you?" He interrupted me and looked at me coldly before burying his head back into his work. He continued what he was doing.

"Theo, even murderers have a chance to plead their case. You should at least listen to what I have to say." I propped my hands on the desk and was not about to give up my chance to explain myself.

He looked up and raised his eyebrows at me. The cold look on his face only grew colder. "It's office hours. You shouldn’t discuss personal matters with me right now, President Lane. The spokesperson is fully your responsibility. This situation will definitely have an impact on the company, so you’d better find a way to solve it. Otherwise..."

After that, he did not continue anymore, but I knew that it was something bad.

"Theo..." I still did not want to give up.

"Wanda! Are you deaf or are you deliberately defying m e?" He raised his voice that was tinged with anger. " You've been an employee here long enough to understand the principles. Don’t you know that it’s inappropriate to come to your boss’ office to talk about personal matters during office hours? Get out of my office right now."

I stood there without moving, shamelessly pretending not to hear what he said.

He glared at me and spoke loudly, "Keith!"

Soon, Keith came in and looked at me as he said politely, "President Lane, President Grant has a meeting soon. Could you please come back another time?"

Keith spoke so politely and formally that I could not find a reason to refute.

I initially wanted to pretend not to hear him, but Keith was standing in front of me with his hands out, signaling me to leave while staring straight at me.

I had no choice but to leave resentfully. Before I left, I said to Theo, "President Grant, I'll be waiting for you outside your door. I hope that you can spare some of your precious time to talk to me after you're done."

The chill Theo's body exuded intensified and he ignored me.

I left Theo's office and sat outside in the break room. I refused to leave.

Keith could not do anything about it and turned around to go about his work.

Although the trending news on Google was very important, Xander said that he would handle it, so the only thing I could do was wait. There were only two things one could do about entertainment news like that. One was to wait for a bigger and hotter story to come out, and the other was to wait until it slowly died down and was forgotten.

The most important thing right now was to get Theo's forgiveness. There was nothing else I could do. It was my fault for causing this to happen.

I could not sleep the entire night yesterday, so I was tired and sleepy now. After sitting and waiting for a while, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already lunchtime. I stood up and walked toward Theo's office, ready to have lunch with him.

"President Lane, President Grant left the office to do something and won't be back for the entire afternoon," Keith said with a straight face.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

I...

I knew Theo was doing it on purpose and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had no choice but to go back to my office and stay there drowsily until working hours were over. After that, I grabbed my bag and rushed back to the villa.

The door was still locked, but the lights were on, which meant that someone was home. I rang the bell.

Miss Woods came running out. She opened the door and whispered in my ear, "He just got back. When you come in, speak nicely to him." 1

I understood what Miss Woods meant, so I nodded my head and went inside.

Theo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking down at his phone. He had a cold look on his face and did not even glance at me.

Miss Woods nudged me before going into the kitchen t o continue working. I was at a loss, so I poured him a glass of water and handed it to him. He looked at it, snorted coldly, and did not take it from me.

I put down the glass of water on the table and sat down next to him. I said, "Theo, can we talk?"

He looked up and glanced at me. His dark eyes sank slightly. His voice was low and tinged with mockery." It's my rest time. President Lane, if you want to talk about work, please come to my office tomorrow."

He sounded detached and like a stranger. It was hard for me to hear him speak to me that way.

I ignored the knots in my heart and calmed my mind before I spoke, "Theo, we're not divorced yet, so I'm still Mrs. Grant. Speaking to me like this is emotional abuse."

He finally put his phone down and looked at me before he sneered. "Wait, you still remember that you're my wife? If you hadn’t mentioned that, I would have mistaken you as some mysterious rich woman."