Wynne was stunned and hurriedly shoved the stockings back into his pocket.They must have fallen out during his earlier emotional breakdown.With a desperate attempt at saving his reputation, he stammered, "These are products from my company. I have a meeting with a client later, and these are samples."Anya was now convinced of Wynne's peculiar hobby and felt her opinion of him plummet.Desperate to end the conversation, she turned to Frederick and said, "Let's eat. We've talked enough."Wynne sensed her disgust and frantically tried to defend himself."Ann, I swear, I'm not a pervert. Please believe me."Anya noticed the curious glances from other diners who had overheard their conversation and felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment."Can we please drop this topic? Whether or not you have a fetish is of no concern to me."Wynne realized the extent of his blunder.He flushed crimson and glared at Frederick. This guy was proving to be a formidable adversary. Then, his eyes f
Anya's face flushed with anger upon hearing Wynne's words"Wynne, what do you mean by 'sleep with me?'"Wynne's inhibitions lowered by alcohol and unleashed a torrent of long-suppressed feelings. "I've been attracted to you since we met back in university. I'd tried to get your attention, but you never seemed interested. Why play the innocent card now? You're engaged, surely you've slept with your fiance. Why can't I sleep with you, too?"Anya couldn't believe her ears. Wynne, whom she had always respected, was revealing his true, vile nature.Pointing at him with a trembling finger, she exclaimed angrily, "You... You are shameless!"Wynne replied with a lecherous smile, "Shameless? You don't even know the half of it. Back in university, I paid your roommate to steal your stockings for me."Anya stared in shock. She couldn't believe that Wynne had this creepy obsession and that she was the target!The thought of that creep stealing her stockings sent a shiver down her spine."H
Anya was curious. She wondered how Frederick could resolve the situation with Wynne, who was in a drunken rage.Frederick calmly approached Wynne and said, "You won't die by hurting yourself. Why not just jump off the window?"He gestured toward a nearby window.Wynne's mind was muddled by alcohol, and he suddenly perked up."Of course! Why didn't I think of that? Mr. York, you're a really good person!" he exclaimed, rising to his feet.Anya glared at Frederick in disbelief. "Is this your solution?"Frederick nodded with a cheerful smile. "Of course, if he jumps, he won't be hitting himself anymore or making a scene. Problem solved!"Anya swallowed hard at Frederick's logic. "What if he dies? Aren't you worried about the consequences?"Frederick smiled faintly. "It's just the second floor. He won't die, he might break a leg at most. Since he wants to die, I simply offered him a more effective method, and he even should thank me for it."Meanwhile, Wynne was already perched at
Anya's expression hardened at Frederick's words.Frigid? The implication stung, as she had no personal experience to validate his claim.Frederick continued calmly, "Don't worry, sweetheart, it's not a serious condition. I'll treat you."Anya shot him a glacial look. First, he diagnosed her with being frigid, and now he proposed to "treat" her.Wasn't this just a thinly veiled attempt to initiate something weird? She had momentarily believed in his supposed medical expertise, but now it was clear he was simply a lecherous opportunist!Anger bubbling over, Anya snapped, "Get out!"Frederick was taken aback by the outburst and scratched his head in confusion. He had merely stated a medical truth, so why the hostility?Frigidity could stem from both personality and physiological factors. Based on his knowledge, even though Anya lacked experience in that realm, her condition was evident.It was easily treatable, requiring only some medicinal concoctions for regulation.He couldn't
Olivia's eyes widened as she recognized the dapper man before her was none other than the carefree Frederick who had ingeniously persuaded all the other interviewees to leave the day before."Mr. York! It's you!" she exclaimed.Frederick laughed heartily. "Indeed, it is. How could you not recognize me? Weren't you expressing your gratitude yesterday? Could it be you were merely being polite?"Olivia shook her head fervently. "No, Mr. York! Why would I lie? It's just that you look so different today!Frederick chuckled. It seemed like a new coat of paint could transform a house into a mansion. A simple change of attire and a bit of grooming had transformed him beyond recognition."Didn't Ms. Mallin comment on my casual attire yesterday? I had no choice but to dress up today."Olivia nodded in understanding, acknowledging that a high-end company demanded a more formal appearance. She glanced at her own simple floral dress, a hint of self-consciousness coloring her cheeks.As they
As soon as Olivia stepped out, she was confronted by a stern-looking woman storming toward her."You're the new hire from yesterday's interview, right?"Olivia offered a hesitant nod before Grace slapped her sharply."You foul-mouthed wench, today you'll learn some respect."Before Olivia could respond, another blow landed, even harsher than the first.Raised in a sheltered environment, Olivia was paralyzed with fear. She made no attempt to defend herself, only covering her face and sobbing. "Why are you doing this?"It was truly an unimaginable start to her first day at work.Grace smiled smugly. "I'm hitting you because I feel like it. Do I need another reason? I just have itchy hands, is that a good enough reason for you?"The commotion swiftly caught the attention of their colleagues, yet no one dared to step in. Grace's domineering reputation preceded her, being the cousin of Team Two's leader.Everyone recognized Priscilla as the capable and influential former CEO, whose
Ivy's hold on the company was precarious. If she truly pushed Grace and Priscilla too far, a mass employee walkout led by them would spell disaster for the company.The tense silence stretched, broken only by Grace's haughty lift of her chin.Grace couldn't help but bristle at the sight of Olivia's delicate features. It wasn't long ago that Grace reigned supreme as the company's second-fairest beauty, overshadowed only by her own cousin, Priscilla.She had always grappled with feelings of inadequacy compared to Priscilla's stunning looks.However, Grace's confidence was shaken upon the arrival of Timbergale Corporation. Once a clear second place in the company's internal beauty pageant, Grace now found herself demoted.The stunning director Ivy and her alluring secretary Shirley had already pushed Grace down to fourth place.Now, with the arrival of the newcomer Olivia, Grace found herself relegated to fifth.This new hierarchy, especially the men's immediate shift in attention,
A grip clamped down on Grace's wrist, halting her mid-swing.Startled, Grace fought to pull free, her gaze landing on a handsome stranger. A sliver of familiarity flickered in his features, yet she couldn't pinpoint where she'd seen him before."Who are you? Let go of me!"Frederick smiled and replied, "Forgotten me so soon? Perhaps you've conveniently erased your memories of Stanva City as well?"Fury surged through Frederick when he learned Grace had slapped Olivia twice. It wasn't just the bullying of a kind woman that enraged him, but the twisted turn of events.Grace had misinterpreted his words as Olivia's, leading to the assault. Frederick couldn't be a bystander.In a swift motion, Frederick delivered a stinging slap to Grace's face.The sharp crack echoed through the stunned office.Grace reeled, collapsing to the floor. The scene transformed the witnesses into stunned spectators, their jaws slack with disbelief. The once-domineering Grace lay sprawled on the floor,
Mary's case was the most severe, while Ivan's symptoms were the mildest, and Frederick could roughly deduce the sequence of transmissions among them. It was clear that Mary infected Nigel, who then passed it to Kimberly, then finally passed it to Ivan. Frederick also saw that Ivan was actually a decent person who unfortunately ended up being betrayed and infected. However, Nigel was primarily worried that Ivan might start trusting Frederick, as he wanted Ivan to believe in his capabilities to carry out his plan.Originally, he intended for Mary to insult Frederick for being poor and unskilled, but she ended up attacking him for having an unpleasant odor, which backfired when Frederick exposed her for contracting syphilis. Now, Nigel had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, he then said to Frederick, "Hehe, Frederick. We all know Ivy is a director, what exactly do you do to be worthy of her?"Nigel assumed that Frederick was just a low-level salesperson, something
Hearing Frederick's words, Kimberly jumped with joy and stopped crying. While wiping her tears, she pointed at Mary, laughing and said, "You're covered in syphilis, yet you're making fun of me.""Slut, I wonder how many people you've slept with!" After being pointed and insulted, Mary was furious and she was ready to fight Kimberly. "You bitch! I am going to teach you a lesson!" At this moment, Nigel felt terrible. If Mary was diseased, he'd be the first victim. He grabbed Mary and shouted, "Bitch, let me teach you a lesson first. Now I know why you always wanted the lights off! I thought you were shy, but you just didn't want me to find out."In a fit of anger, Nigel slapped Mary hard across the face. Just as Mary was about to explain, she was interrupted by another slap. Holding her face, she yelled angrily, "Nigel, how dare you hit me?! Do you want me to expose all your little schemes and tricks?"Nigel froze in horror; if Mary exposed him, it would have been disastrous.
Kimberly heard her laughter, and body odor had always been a sensitive issue for her; a wound she'd tried to cover up over the years. For Frederick to bring it up in front of everyone felt like rubbing salt into an open wound. Yet what hurt even more was Mary's laughter; as a fellow woman, it felt like salt to the wound, then roasting it. Kimberly was furious, pointed at Mary and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you want me to come over there and shut you up?"Mary felt wronged, she had only let out a reflexive laugh, but now Kimberly's anger was directed at her. "Did I laugh at you? What proof do you have that I laughed at you?""You're the one with body odor, yet you're taking it out on others. You're such an unreasonable woman!"Kimberly grew even angrier after hearing Mary's retort. "You're the one with body odor, your whole family has it!" "Look at what you're wearing, it's like you just threw on two pillowcases. You're a shameless woman, just trying to show off t
When everyone heard Ivy's words, they laughed even more. Her words effectively confirmed that Frederick did indeed have an unpleasant odor. It wasn't entirely her fault as Kimberly's words had been a bit of a trap. "Haha, if you smell, just take a shower and don't embarrass yourself here.""With all that cheap stuff on, no wonder he has a smell."Hearing this, Frederick simply gave a slight smile and then asked Mary and Kimberly, "Are two really that fragrant?"Mary and Kimberly lifted their heads proudly after hearing Frederick's words. "Why don't you ask everyone here, ask them if we smell good or not?""Exactly, go ahead and ask."Both of them considered themselves beautiful, and of course, they would smell pleasant. The men around them quickly chimed in, especially those eager to admire Mary, who was dressed in a way that gave them a bit of eye candy. "Of course, they smell good. How could these two beautiful ladies not smell good?""Hehe, Frederick with his cheap, th
In a hidden corner, Nigel said to Mary, "Damn it, that bumpkin Frederick keeps stealing my spotlight. I am worried that our plan won't go well later.""You should help me humiliate him properly, and Ivan's girlfriend will back you up."Mary pursed her lips and said to Nigel, "Every time something comes up, you just ask me to handle it. My bag hasn't been bought yet, and you've lost 300 thousand dollars"Although Nigel was annoyed by Mary hitting a sore spot, he kept his tone calm and replied, "Help me humiliate Frederick and talk him down in front of Ivan. After that, leave the rest to me. Once it's done, I'll get you more than one bag, I could get you ten bags and it wouldn't be a problem. I don't care about that small amount of money. You saw that Porsche just now, right? I wouldn't mind burning it if I had to." Hearing this, Mary was delighted and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, babe." She hadn't realized that Nigel was so wealthy and even had a Porsche. Up until th
Knowing Martin as someone who knew a lot about wood, everyone immediately looked as though they were ready for a good show. They were convinced that the Saint George statue couldn’t possibly be made of anything valuable.Martin let out a strange exclamation. "What the hell!"Kimberly, thinking that Martin was angry, quickly said, "Mr. Lawson, tell us what’s so disastrous about this wood. Are you saying it’s just a piece of junk?"Contrary to expectations, Martin replied angrily, "I’m saying that whoever preserved this Saint George statue was a jerk. This is genuine sandalwood, and yet it’s completely neglected, covered in dust."Most of the group had no idea what sandalwood was worth, but judging by the name alone, it sounded impressive.Kimberly asked curiously, "Mr. Lawson, are you saying this is really antique wood?"Martin examined the statue carefully, scrutinizing every detail. "Judging by the texture, this carving must have been made at least 150 years ago."Everyone was
"The Saint George statue was indeed a fitting choice for a karaoke." Nigel chuckled, turning to Ivy.“Why didn’t you just go on Amazon and buy a new one for a few dozen bucks? This one is obviously second-hand. Or was it picked up from some junk stall?”Frederick heard Nigel’s mockery and nodded in agreement, a faint smile on his lips. “You’re not wrong. This statue actually was picked up from a street stall.”“At the Treasure Hall in the antique trade market, no less. And yes, it’s an antique.”The truth was, the statue was from the Victorian era. Even the owner of Treasure Hall, Dominic, had recognized its age but dismissed it as worthless, tossing it onto a stall outside.Frederick had picked it up casually, thinking it would come in handy one day, and now it was the perfect gift for Ivan.Hearing this, Nigel burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “An antique? Treasure Hall? You’re really trying to fool us.”Kimberly chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she glance
The group’s attention was fully captured by Frederick’s words, their eyes all on him. Nigel, knowing that Kimberly had informed Ivy at the last minute and that she likely didn’t have a gift, sneered at Frederick."Well, if you’ve got a gift, go ahead and show it.""Considering Ivy and Kimberly’s relationship, the gift should be pretty decent, right?"Everyone was now staring at Frederick with anticipation, curious to see what kind of gift he could produce.Ivy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. She hadn’t handed any gift to Frederick, though she understood he was trying to help her out of a tough spot. But wasn’t this making things even more awkward?Nigel continued to press him, "Where’s the gift? Come on, take it out already.""After all this time, you still can’t take it out. Don’t tell me you don’t even have one."Frederick glanced at Nigel with a calm smile. "Oh? Are you planning to bet 300 grand with me again?"Nigel froze. There was no way he had another 300 t
Ivan was deeply moved, feeling as though all the unpleasantness from their school days had been swept away. A sense of childhood nostalgia, unique to old classmates, welled up within him.The crowd continued to shower Nigel with praise, giving him thumbs up one after another."A gift worth 10 grand is no small amount. Nigel is truly generous.""That’s right. These days, even classmates hesitate to prepare gifts, but Nigel has shown such generosity.."Most of the attendees had come because of their connection with Kimberly. Each had prepared gifts with costs ranging from a few hundred dollars. Compared to Nigel’s grandiose gift worth 10 thousand, their contributions paled in comparison.Hearing the compliments, Nigel waved his hand dismissively, feigning modesty. "It’s nothing, really. After all, Ivan and I are good friends from way back."Then, Nigel’s expression shifted slightly as he added, "Speaking of good friends, I’m sure it’s not just me and Ivan here who share a special b