Chapter 69
Chapter 69
Chapter 69
Zachary felt a sharp pain in his chest, unable to express himself. After hesitating for a long time, he finally turned away without daring to meet Gwyneth’s eyes and left.
The door slammed shut with a bang. Melanie immediately laughed aloud.
She taunted Gwyneth. They say the deeper the love, the sharper the hate –that fits you perfectly.
“Gwyneth, you must be really regretting giving everything to Zachary back then, right? I was scared just listening to how he lost his temper earlier With a temper like his, did he ever hit you before p>
Melanie stepped closer, her pointed high heels nearly stepping on Gwyneth’s foot.
Gwyneth couldn’t be bothered to respond and ignored her. Not getting the answer she wanted, Melanie was naturally displeased. She bent slightly, locking eyes with Gwyneth trying to find evidence of her breaking down.
“Zachary’s gone already, your thirteen years seem like a joke, Melanie continued to provoke, “this project’s dead too Just wait for the whole company to be publicly reprimanded-
Before she finished, Gwyneth suddenly raised her hand high.
Thinking she was about to be hit, Melanie instinctively covered her head and backed up, screaming.
But no pain came. Carefully, Melanie opened her eyes and saw Gwyneth lightly brushing dust off her shoulder, smirking at her.
“Why are you so timid I was just dusting myself off–why are you dodging!” Gwyneth asked.
Melanie angrily said, “You clearly meant to
“Meant to what?” Gwyneth feigned confusion. She quickly stepped forward, using her height advantage to look down on Melanie. “You want to say I wanted to hit you p>
She rubbed her aching wrist, pretending she might strike at any moment
Uncertain about Gwyneth’s temper, Melanie stepped back several paces, nearly twisting her ankle. She clumsily steadied herself against the table and glared fiercely at Gwyneth
“You really want to hit me I’m going to tell Dad right now, and he’ll she began to threaten.
“Flora, lock the door,” Gwyneth commanded.
Flora entered and calmly locked the door behind her.
With the sound of the lock Melanie glanced at the menacing Gwyneth, then at Flora standing guard by the door, eyes cold as ice. She swallowed nervously.
Only the three of them were in the meeting room. If Gwyneth and Flora teamed up against her, it would be bad.
Melanie’s legs went weak. Leaning on the table for support, her voice trembled. “How dare you trap me here? If Dad finds out you’re treating me like this-
“He would hit his daughter, but would he dare hit Mrs. Lopez?” Gwyneth cracked her knuckles, sizing Melanie up with a scrutinizing gaze, “Why don’t you guess if I hit you here today, would our father come after me p>
Step by step, Cwyneth advanced slowly toward Melanie. Each step felt like a sentence passing judgment.
Sweat poured down Melanie’s face; she shook like a leaf.
Quentin had already been bested by Gwyneth and hadn’t gotten revenge yet. Melanie thought if she got beaten today, Quentin definitely wouldn’t stand up for her. She would just take it.
Thinking she might actually get hit scared Melanie badly. Her parents had never hit her before.
Terrified, she dashed crazily toward the door and pushed Flora with all her might.
“Let me out!” she yelled.
Flora wasn’t prepared to stop her. She dodged Melanie’s w
wild flailing arms and stepped aside.
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Melanie. feeling like she’d been granted mercy, pushed open the door but almost fell at the threshold due to weak legs. Her disheveled gaze attracted the attention of employees outside.
Leaning against the wall, shaking legs, she screamed hysterically, “What are you all looking at p>
Inside the meeting room, Gwyneth heard Melanie’s trembling voice and couldn’t help but smirk coldly, munering, “So timid—why bother provoking met