"What do you have to say?" Tyrone's dark eyes pierced her. Heather said honestly, "If I told you that Anna framed me and I don't even know this man, would you believe me?" "Ms. Sutton, have you lost your mind? Even if you want to clear your name, framing me is ridiculous! Do you think everyone here is a fool?" Anna asserted aggressively. Tyrone narrowed his eyes. He suddenly reached out to grasp Heather's neck, his terrifying gaze fixed on her. "Ms. Sutton, how dare you betray me?" Heather frowned in pain as she felt the pressure on her neck and stared incredulously at Tyrone. She struggled to speak and choked out the words, "Don't you believe me?" She couldn't understand why. He knew she had the chance to poison him before, but she hadn't. Now, he believed Anna over her! "I didn't do this! It's her... She framed me." Heather struggled to speak coherently, her eyes filled with sorrow and disappointment. Yet, Tyrone's furious gaze remained unfazed. His face was chilling
Craig and Tyrone were about the same height, and they both had lean figures. So, at first glance, she mistook him for Tyrone. Maybe she had expected Tyrone to rescue her because he had saved her several times when she was in danger. Heather lowered her eyes. Tyrone thought she was a spy. He wouldn't even look at her, so why would he come back to save her? The man saw Craig's pressuring demeanor and left hastily. "Hattie, are you okay?" Craig turned around, crouched before Heather, and saw her hand covering her knee. Without waiting for her to speak, he reached out to lift her skirt to check her injury. "I'm fine." Heather pushed his hand away. Craig's outstretched hand froze mid-air, and a hint of complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Did she feel so disgusted by her touch? "Why are you here?" "I made a lunch appointment with you here." Craig withdrew his hand quietly. Heather was somewhat surprised and explained, "I didn't see your message." "Hattie, I saw what
After Ivy fired off a string of questions, Heather briefed her on what had happened that day. "So, Tyrone thinks you betrayed him? He doesn't trust you at all!" Ivy looked incredulous. Heather chuckled awkwardly. She had thought that there would be some level of trust between her and Tyrone after spending some time together. That day, she had realized one thing—Tyrone was only interested in her body. He would cheer her up and tease her, but there was no trust or distrust. Ivy paused. "Although Tyrone was a bit over the top, you were also at fault. "Think about it. In that situation, it's normal for him not to believe what you say, especially since that woman had made such thorough arrangements. You should explain things clearly to him." Heather shook her head. "Forget it. He wouldn't want to hear any explanation if he doesn't believe me."She had tried to explain in the private room, but Tyrone hadn't believed her. He hadn't even inquired about anything. There wasn't
Caleb stood by the desk and looked at Tyrone uncertainly. "Mr. Elkin, Ms. Sutton refused to come. She insists she isn't the spy." He paused and sighed. "I can tell Ms. Sutton is very angry and disappointed. Do you want to go and talk to her?" In fact, they both knew that Heather wasn't the spy. Tyrone had his reasons for doing what he had done, but no matter what, they had already come to this point. Tyrone paused mid-writing, frowned, and said, "Understood." Was that it? Even Caleb, who was usually the best at understanding Tyrone, couldn't grasp what he meant. Seeing Tyrone continue with his work, seemingly not planning to say anything else, Caleb didn't dare disturb him further and quietly left. Tyrone glanced at the documents. Heather had quite a temper; she had even refused to come back. It would make her more spoiled if he went to her. It would be better to wait for her to return to her senses.... That night, Heather slept restlessly. She had a dream. Documents we
At this moment, Heather looked like a model out of a movie. Craig paused briefly, his fair, handsome face flushed red. He averted his gaze awkwardly and looked at the wall beside him. "Hattie, aren't you going to invite me in?" Only then did Heather realize her inappropriate attire. She blushed with embarrassment and apologized, "Sorry, please wait a moment." She shut the doors and limped back to her room. She changed into a casual and loose-fitting sportswear outfit with a sweater and pants. She walked out of the room and looked thoughtfully at the closed door. After some time, she walked over and opened it. "I thought you wouldn't open the door." Craig stood in the hallway, his handsome face still slightly flushed, looking at her with a faint smile. Heather had considered not opening the door, but avoiding him wasn't an option since he had come knocking at her door. She stepped aside and invited him in. "Come in." Craig noticed her slightly awkward gait. Heather w
"I'll pass your remarks on to the owner the next time I see him and ask him to recreate the original dish." Craig smiled with a gentle twinkle in his eyes. It had been a while since they had eaten breakfast together. That day was the first time they'd had a peaceful exchange since his return. He couldn't imagine the next time.Craig didn't like dumplings. He was implying that he had put in an effort to buy breakfast for her. There was a glimmer in Heather's eyes. She put down her cutlery and looked at him silently. "Can he recreate the taste even if you give him feedback?"Craig paused and looked at her deeply. Heather continued, "Things have changed, so it doesn't taste the same. No matter how hard you try to recreate it, it won't be the same." Craig narrowed his eyes and said, "Hattie, the recipe is the same."Heather smiled and looked at him. "But the people changed, haven't they? It's not the same person making the dumplings anymore. The people are different now,
Heather wasn't surprised that the news had spread within the company. "If I say I didn't do it, would you believe me?" "I don't think so, but Ms. Jenkins has been quite favored after you left. Mr. Elkin takes her everywhere with him." Joe had a worried expression. He probably felt like he was about to lose his job too. Heather wasn't surprised that Anna was being favored now. She warned softly, "Be careful of Anna." Heather only had a few belongings. She quickly packed everything in a cardboard box and walked out the door. Not far away, there was a light ding from the elevator.Heather felt a tightness in her chest when she heard the footsteps of leather shoes. She looked up and met Tyrone's dark and intense gaze, her watery eyes trembling slightly. Tyrone was dressed in a dark blue suit, with the shirt buttoned up to the top and a tie in the same color scheme. He carried a sharp and overbearing presence. The feeling of being choked by him at the neck came rushing back
Heather let out a sneer. "There's no need for that. I'm no longer working for the Elkin Group. Are you going to try to deceive me again?"Anna simply shook her head with a smile. "I know what kind of person you think I am, Heather. It doesn't matter if you believe me or not. I'm really sorry. That's why I'm here today—to apologize."I don't hate you that much. I'm just…" She paused for a moment before continuing, "Jealous of you, I suppose. You're younger and more beautiful than me, so I didn't like you in the beginning."Heather took a sip from her glass of lemon water and said nothing.However, there was no hostility in Anna's eyes. "Heather, you're too naïve, and you believe in others too easily. That's why you lost to me. This world is far darker than you believe, and it's easy for someone else to take advantage of someone like you."Heather agreed. "I've already had a taste of it, but I've learned from my experiences. I'll be wary of people like you from now on."Anna didn't