GoodRead[Mr. Lopez rushed back to Eldorria City overnight because of your issue. Now that things are getting really hot in Lumina Bay, he had to rush back. However, he said he'd be back in a few days, which just goes to show that Mr. Lopez also wants to get this mess sorted out.] Dorothy chuckled as she stared at her computer screen, feeling a bit puzzled.
Was Everett doing this to clear his name? Or was he worried that if the truth came out, it would tarnish Heather's reputation a bit more? And what did he mean by 'l want to protect you'? She thought about it for a while but didn't spend too much time mulling over it.
Dorothy got up and walked out of her office, heading straight for the legal department.
"Hi, is Ms. Heather in the office today?" She asked a female staffer in the legal department as she got off the elevator.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtObviously, this woman was in the know about Dorothy and Heather's situation. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of caution and excitement, as if Dorothy were part of some grand .
“What do you need from her?” “I need to have a private chat with her about the company’s investigation.” Dorothy stood her ground, neither arrogant nor guilty.
The woman's eyes darted around. “I'll ask Ms. Heather. She’s here, but she might not have time to see you.” “Great, thank you for your trouble.” Dorothy stood waiting, and soon the woman scurried back.
“Ms. Heather says you can just go in.” “Thank you.” She walked straight to Heather's office door, knocked, and entered when she heard a response.
Heather looked up, still wearing her gentle smile.
“I didn’t expect you to come looking for me.” “I didn’t expect it either.” Dorothy looked at her face, which was somewhat similar to her own, and smiled. “I guess | was slow on the uptake. When we first met, | didn't notice anything.” Heather’s hand gripping her pen paused.
A few seconds later, she moved. “Do you think that day was our first meeting?” Dorothy looked at her, silent.
Heather stood up from behind her desk and walked over to her in high heels as a smirk played on her lips. “To be precise, that was our second meeting.” Dorothy fell silent.
“I remember when you were in high school, you worked at a fast food joint after school. When | found out about it on my father’s phone, | made a special trip to see you.” Heather lightly brushed her shoulder with her finger. Her tone was casual, like she was telling someone else’s story and not her own. “Do you know how happy | felt when | saw that you were skinny and malnourished?” Dorothy clenched her fists and met Heather's gaze. “Only you and your mother could be so brazen about being the other woman.” “What do you mean by ‘the other woman’? Have you ever received a father’s love? Did he ever care if you were alive or dead?” Heather scoffed mockingly. “It's only in this era that a father can’t unilaterally divorce his wife! He's brought up divorce so many times. He even took it to court, but your mother wouldn't agree! You know, | kind of pity her. It must be a shame to have to cling to that marriage license for a lifetime.” “I pity your mother too. It must be a shame to have to bear the title of ‘the other woman’ for a lifetime.” Dorothy retorted.
That hit Heather where it hurt.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe raised her hand to hit Dorothy, but this time, Dorothy was prepared.
She grabbed Heather's wrist and, with a hard push, sent her sprawling on the floor.
Heather's unhealed surgical wound added to the pain, and she let out a whimper.
Suddenly, the door to Heather's office was flung open.
Everett strode in with a dark expression on his handsome face.
"Dorothy, what are you doing here?"
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