Chapter17
I was actually kind of annoyed with myself. Now that I was determined to leave him, what was there to be mad at him? I’d only make myself unhappy.
But I just couldn’t control myself. Perhaps this was why humans were so often enslaved by their emotions.
“Ah!” Screams rang out from the office.
Rita, only wrapped in a bath towel, lying on Julian’s back, was startled. The smile on Julian’s face solidified. Roy looked desperate, covering his eyes while saying, “Ms. Frost, here’s the thing. Miss Crowe just showered after moving boxes. I was afraid you might misunderstand, so I stopped you…”
I tilted my head, saying, “A Harvard MBA reduced to playing pimp. How tragic.”
Without waiting for a response, I walked toward Julian and Rita.
“Olivia, what are you doing?! How dare you break into your boss’s office? You know what? You’re fired! Fired!” Rita straightened up and cursed arrogantly.
I went to the desk, put down the resignation letter, and said to Julian in a normal tone, “I have told you about my resignation. There are a lot of things to prepare for my European trip, and I will not come to the company from tomorrow. Of course, I will be back in time to wrap up handovers.”
Julian did not dare to look me in the eye.“Whatever you want.”
“Well, good.” I looked up at Rita, and then Julian.“Do continue your…meeting?”
I withdrew
my
sardonic look and turned away. After a few steps, I heard Rita’s sharp cry.“It’s none of your business, Olivia! Julian doesn’t love you anymore! He loves me! Do you know how many nights we…”
Julian loudly stopped her.“Don’t say it again!”
I took a deep breath and then turned stiffly.“Let her talk, so I can hear how thick–skinned she can be.” Looking at Rita, I said, “Regardless of whom he loves, you’re the mistress. The fact that I’ve pushed open this door proves I can nail you both to the pillory of infamy as the scumbag and tramp you are. Understand?”
“Don’t you dare say that!” Rita was furious and jumped at me.
I slapped her in the face unceremoniously, and when she wanted to strike back, I pulled off her bath towel and pushed her to the ground.
Before I could slap her in the face, Julian’s grip yanked me backward. My back met the desk corner–cold sweat drenched my back before the pain hit.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.