Fuming as they stormed out of the office, Grace said angrily, "See? I knew it! There's no way Frederick charmed everyone in Team One on his own. He clearly has Ivy in his back pocket."Having witnessed the exchange in Ivy's office, Priscilla was mostly convinced. After all, Frederick's history with Vivianne's scheme was unsettling."But how do they even know each other?" she pondered.Grace's sneer deepened. "Mooching, of course. Just like he mooched off Vivianne before. Remember the other woman on the cruise? Mistress of that Tyger? That's how he gets close to these bigwigs. Now he's using the same tactic on Ivy."Didn't you notice? He wears suits every day now. It's a stark contrast to how he dressed when he was living off you and putting in zero effort."Priscilla's face darkened. Hearing about Frederick's trail of women was a bitter pill to swallow.When they first met, he was the picture of a polished expat. But after marriage, he'd shed the facade, opting for cheap clothes
"By the way, how are we going to deal with Frederick and his people?"Stuck on how to handle Frederick and his newfound allies, Priscilla confessed her inexperience with such confrontations.Grace offered a sly smile with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "It's not a big deal. One phone call to Marsh tomorrow, and Frederick's goose is cooked."Priscilla's eyes widened at her words. Marsh Benson, Team One's leader, and Frederick's direct supervisor, would naturally favor his own team—just as Priscilla always sided with Team Two."Grace, are you crazy? Why would Marsh help us?"Grace's smirk widened. "My dear, naive Prissy, you think I'd let you stagnate as a team leader forever? Your talent dwarfs Ivy's. You deserve the director's chair! I've been strategically planning for your rise all along."Priscilla stared at Grace and was stunned. "Planning for what, exactly?"Grace's smile grew. "Remember, half the branch staff here are employees from your old company, right?"Priscilla g
On his first day at work, Frederick was surrounded by his female colleagues.Leaving work in high spirits, he whistled a happy tune.…Meanwhile, Wynne was in the hospital. Both his legs were in casts, and he was in immense pain.His phone rang, and a glimmer of joy flickered across his face when he saw the caller ID."Any news?" he eagerly asked.Wynne wanted information on Frederick and Anya, the two people he believed had caused his fall. He had given his thugs only their names and the fact that Frederick worked at Timbergale Corporation.The thug replied, "There's definitely a Frederick at Timbergale, and the Anya you're looking for is the company's president."Wynne furiously punched the headboard of his hospital bed. "That bitch! It explains why she wasn't interested in my money. She prefers to give herself to a pretty boy! What a slut!"Seething with rage and feeling a strong urge to kill them both, Wynne barely noticed the impatient tone of the voice on the other end o
Frederick ignored Fiona and went back to his room to rest.It wasn't until evening that the sound of unsteady footsteps alerted him to Anya's return.He rushed out to find Anya stumbling in, clearly intoxicated."Sweetheart, you've had too much to drink," Frederick said, offering his support. Unused to his touch, Anya quickly pulled away. "I'm not drunk! Don't touch me!"Frederick eyed her doubtfully. Her vehement denial only highlighted the way she wobbled, threatening to lose her balance entirely.Fearful that his beloved bride-to-be might fall and injure herself, Frederick had a sudden idea. Since Anya refused his help, he decided to lie down on the ground, hoping to cushion her fall and avoid her wrath.Anya screamed as she fell to the ground, fear draining the color from her face.The fall undoubtedly would be a face-first meeting with the ground, a classic "face-plant" that could leave her fractured.Instinctively, she squeezed her eyes shut.However, the anticipated p
Anya's voice was clipped as she answered the phone, her impatience barely veiled beneath forced politeness."Hello, Mr. Ben. I'm afraid I've reached my limit… Huh? What's the issue about the corporation? Do we really need another round? I..."Anya's frustration was evident. She'd already sacrificed her afternoon, forgoing a visit to see the new branch office hires in favor of this drawn-out drinking session with Mr. Ben.To have him backtrack now was beyond aggravating.Yet, the potential value of this deal couldn't be ignored. Anya gritted her teeth and agreed to another meeting.The moment she hung up, Frederick appeared with a steaming bowl of soup in his hands. "Sweetheart, here's some hangover soup. Have some of this to help you sober up."Anya gently took the soup from Frederick, who was wearing an apron. "Hangover soup? Did you make this for me?"Frederick nodded slightly. "Yes, sweetheart. It's not good for you to sleep after drinking so much. This will help you sober up
Frederick was stunned. "The team leader's back... but how does that concern me?"Melissa lowered her voice. "I just saw him whispering with Grace, and they even mentioned your name."Frederick's eyes widened. "The team leader and Grace? Are they involved?"Melissa clapped a hand over Frederick's mouth, her eyes wide with alarm. "Keep it down! The team leader is petty, and he's not someone you want as an enemy."Glancing around to ensure they were alone, Melissa leaned in closer. "Once, during lunch, I overheard something compromising in the women's restroom involving the team leader and another woman."Frederick wasn't slow on the uptake; he grasped the implication immediately. "The team leader and Grace?"Melissa confirmed with a subtle nod. "Yes. It's them. I haven't shared this with anyone else, but since you've crossed Grace, I'm concerned the team leader might target you. Please be careful."Frederick could sense the genuine concern in Melissa's voice. She was a long-time e
Frederick offered a helpless smile. It was impossible to miss the distress written all over Olivia's face.Olivia stammered, her eyes welling up with tears, "It's just... About what happened before, Frederick. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared."Frederick struggled to understand her statement, but the mention of the past immediately brought to mind yesterday's incident where Grace had slapped Olivia. Had Grace just blocked Olivia and slapped her again?The thought ignited Frederick's fury. "Did Grace bully you again?" Olivia hastily grabbed his arm. "No, Frederick, it wasn't her. It's something else. Please don't ask anymore."Just then, a bald man stumbled over and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey!"When Frederick didn't react, the man slammed his hand on the desk. "Hey, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?" Others chimed in, saying, "Frederick, the team leader is calling you."Frederick turned, recognizing the man as Marsh, Grace's lover. He pointedly ignored Marsh's rude summon
Marsh snatched up the employee handbook and pointed at Frederick. "This rule explicitly prohibits insulting colleagues. You just implied I was brain-dead. Isn't that a violation of company rules? We don't tolerate such language here. Get out, now!"Marsh felt secretly pleased. He had anticipated a struggle with Frederick, but Frederick had foolishly chosen to fight using the very rules Marsh himself had helped Ivy create.Frederick feigned innocence and countered, "Calling someone 'brain-dead' is an insult? Let's ask everyone then. Did I insult him? You're just bullying me because I'm new."Marsh said coldly, "Don't try to twist things. 'Brain-dead' means 'idiot,' doesn't it? Isn't that an insult?"Frederick widened his eyes and replied, "Oh my, I didn't realize 'brain-dead' meant 'idiot'! I thought it meant having an intellectual disability."Marsh snapped angrily, "Isn't that the same thing?"Frederick calmly replied, "How could an intellectual disability equate to being an idi