Chapter 82
The receptionist paused, surprised that someone would so casually ask for the company’s CEO by his first name. Still, she maintained her professional demeanor. “Please wait a moment while I contact the CEO’s office p>
After a brief call to the executive secretary, she turned back to Yvonne. “Ms. Jones, please follow me p>
She led Yvonne to the elevators, which ascended smoothly to the twentieth floor- the executive wing. As the doors opened, the CEO’s secretary was already waiting.
“Yvonne, long time no see,” she said. The woman, who looked to be in her thirties, was dressed in a sharp business suit, the very picture of a corporate elite. Her tone, however, was dripping with undisguised arrogance and contempt.
Yvonne studied her for a moment before dredging up a memory of this person. It was Gwen, Matthew’s Ivy League-educated secretary who had studied abroad. The original Yvonne had always treated her with respect, but Gwen had always looked down on her, even leading other employees in ostracizing and playing cruel pranks on her.
Once, the young girl had overheard Gwen complaining to her colleagues, “Some country bumpkin actually thinks she’s going to be the CEO’s wife. She should take a good look in the mirror and see if she has the face for that kind of life. It’s pathetic.” Devastated, the girl had gone to Matthew in tears, begging him to fire Gwen, but he had only scolded her for meddling in company affairs.
Yvonne’s gaze turned icy. “Where’s Matthew p>
“Mr. Gonzalez is in a meeting. You can wait in the reception room,” Gwen said, turning with a haughty air. As she walked, she added with a sneer Well, well, look at you. You’ve certainly changed. But you can dress up nicely, No how expensive the clothes, though, you can’t change the trash
lar give you that matter
underneath p>
The original Yvonne had inherited the best features of Teresa and George; even when she didn’t know how to dress, she had been a true beauty Now, she was radiant. Gwen, despite her meticulous makeup, had a plain face. Her malice was born of simple jealousy. Read complete versıon only at.net
As Gwen continued her tirade, she turned to find that Yvonne hadn’t followed her at
all. Yvonne had no intention of waiting for Matthew’s meeting to end. She was heading directly for the conference room.
But as she passed the CEO’s office, she noticed the door was ajar.
Inside, Queena was sitting on Matthew’s lap, the two of them locked in a passionate kiss. So much for his meeting; he was having a tryst with Queena.
“Yvonne! What are you doing here?!” Queena cried out in feigned panic, but her movements were deliberately slow as she rose from his lap, a clear look of provocation in her eyes.
Almost involuntarily, Yvonne
clutched her chest. The original Yvonne’s fragile heart ached with familiar, phantom pain. She had
walked in on Matthew and net
Queena
like this more than once The poor girl had never understood how the man she had stood by through thick and thin could be so easily stolen away. Her disbelief had morphed into hysteria, her tears and screams met not with guilt or explanation, but with Matthew’s cruel words: “You look hideous when you lose control like this p>
Yvonne’s hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists.
That bastard really deserved to die.