The Woman From Hell

"It's Lucy Jewelry. They didn't do much marketing before this but suddenly announced that they’re launching a new product series with Sandy as their spokesperson. The commercial they released is exactly the same as ours."

"Isn't Sandy our brand ambassador? How could she be the spokesperson of another company’s products?" I was confused.

"According to what I heard from my friend, Newlight Media put out news that Grant Corporation broke the agreement by refusing to sign it even after a long time. Hence, Sandy went ahead and took up this job,” my assistant said softly.

I was completely taken aback. It was true that Sandy's agreement had not gone through, but that was because Theo said he wanted to investigate the rumors between Xander and myself that circulated previously. Never would I have thought that Newlight would break off the agreement on their end and put the blame on Grant Corporation.

What do I do now? Grant Corporation's new product launch was put on hold and before the spokesperson scandal could be resolved, we lost our brand ambassador and our commercial was plagiarized.

Theo was still in the hospital now, and our opponent had really gotten our hands tied behind our backs.

The master copy was leaked from my end, and I would have to bear responsibility for it.

"Give me all the information related to Lucy Jewelry," I told my assistant. I was not familiar with this company, so to find out how the commercial was leaked, I had to start investigating them.

My assistant promptly compiled all the information related to Lucy Jewelry and handed it to me. I combed through all the information I had on hand, trying to look for clues that would help my case.

After loads of effort, I found something odd. In a photo of their anniversary celebration which I found online, I saw Zedd Nichols in it.

It was a photo that was dated last year. Zedd was clad i n a white suit and drinking together with the owner of Lucy Jewelry. Benny Sherman, Heidi's boyfriend and V P of Newlight Media, was also at the same table.

Could it be Zedd? Was he acting as a double agent who was pretending to work with Theo but had joined hands with others to bring Grant Corporation down?

It did not really make sense since Theo, Mason, and Zedd had merged their companies into one corporation that shared the same fate. For him to do that would mean that he was sabotaging himself, right?

The nuances of the business world were too complicated. The more I thought of it, the more my head hurt.

I refused to continue overthinking. Since things had already arrived at this point, how they progressed was something that was out of my control. This was between the two companies, so I would wait for Theo t o be discharged for him to make the call. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Hence, I prepared to get off of work earlier and go home.

I did not want to go to the hospital since Cindy might still be there, but I did not want to go back to the villa either. Hence, I whipped out my phone and was about t o invite Cecilia for a meal.

It was then I saw that Theo had been calling me since the afternoon. I had about a hundred missed calls. I did not realize my phone was on silent. Besides, my mind was occupied the entire afternoon.

When I was caught up in my thoughts, my phone rang once again. I picked up, and before I could say anything, Theo's ice-cold voice boomed from the other end of the phone.

"What the heck have you been doing? Why didn't you answer your phone?” He sounded irritated, and I could tell that he was fuming.

"Work. I didn't hear my phone ring," I replied faintly and monotonously.

"Wanda Lane!" My attitude triggered something in him as he yelled my name through gritted teeth.

"I’m listening, what’s up?” I was still aloof.

His anger fell on deaf ears. After a long pause, he calmed down. "I thought I asked you to take care of m e in the hospital? You've been gone the entire day. Are you trying to starve me to death?"

"There should be no shortage of helpers in your ward, President Grant. Just ask Miss Reed to buy or cook whatever you want to eat," I packed my things as I answered him. I was preparing to get off work.

"This is your responsibility; it's never hers." His tone was icy.

I said apathetically, “She’s the mistress, she’s obliged t o take care of you. Going through tough times together is a great test for your relationship, so I won't join the party."

I was in a foul mood, so I did not care if the things I said would anger him or not.

On the other end of the phone call, Theo was silent for a long while before he spoke again, "Are you covetous?"

"I'm obviously jealous, not covetous." I barked in rebellion.

He chuckled, his laughter loud and jovial. I could not tell if he was laughing at me or if he was just happy." Come and eat with me. I've ordered your favorite food."