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I Never Knock When I Come Into My Office

Author: Jarish143
last update Last Updated: 2024-02-26 12:50:35

The meeting room was dead silent for a full minute.

Mr. Skilinzie's face was red, and he did not expect that Jenna would turn the gun on them. He said, "It's not..."

Jenna interrupted him without a care. "I believe you've all received notice this morning that I'm managing everything in the company in Mr. Anderson's absence. I'm in charge of this project, so if you don't want to be a part of it from now on, hand me your letter of resignation immediately. Your positions will be replaced by your deputies. I will explain everything to Mr. Anderson."

The people in the room were shocked and silenced. They had all stepped over each other to climb to their department head positions, and their deputies were eyeing their spots. It was a sought-after position, so no one dared to act rashly at this moment.

Although they could not stand that Jenna had parachuted into her Vice President position, they could all tell how much Gino had supported her since the first day she arrived. They knew that t
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    Rex’s steps were heavy and quick as he followed Jenna down the dim corridor behind the grand banquet hall. His thoughts raced faster than his feet—his chest tightening with the weight of her words, the fury in her voice still echoing in his mind.“Jenna,” he called out. “Wait.”She stopped, back straight, head high, refusing to turn around. The hallway was quiet, save for the distant music and laughter from the gala.Rex took a breath and stepped closer. “Please… just listen to me.”Jenna slowly turned, her eyes sharp and cold. “Listen to what, Mr. Hidalgo?” she said, each word laced with ice. “More insults? More accusations? Or maybe another reminder that I’m an embarrassment to your reputation?”“No!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking. “That’s not what I meant. I—I was trying to protect you, Jenna.”“Protect me?” Jenna scoffed, her voice rising. “You said that already. And I asked you then—when did you ever protect me?”Rex’s breath caught in his throat. Her words struck deep, like a

  • The Wealthy Divorcee   Protect Me?

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    Dianne and Elena froze in place, staring at Jenna as though she were a ghost risen from the dead."You! How did you get in here?" Dianne demanded, her expression twisting in disbelief. She was absolutely convinced that Jenna would never dare show her face after being "kicked out" of the Anderson Empire. Her voice trembled, but her words were sharp. "Did you sneak in? Do you have no shame at all?"Jenna tilted her head slightly, a calm, amused smile gracing her lips. "Why would I need to sneak into my family's event, Mrs. Hidalgo?"Elena scoffed and crossed her arms. "You're nothing but a social-climbing disgrace, Jenna. You probably faked your way in here. Everyone knows you're done for. The Andersons kicked you out, remember? You're a joke."Jenna stepped closer, her heels clicking authoritatively against the marble tiles. Her eyes locked onto Elena's with deadly calm. "Oh, I remember. But it seems you're the only one laughing. And honestly, the sound of your voice is starting to rui

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  • The Wealthy Divorcee   We Are Invited

    Jenna sat silently by the window, her eyes lost in the blur of passing clouds outside. The phone call earlier had left her shaken—not because of Rex, but because it brought back everything she had buried deep inside. The years she spent with him resurfaced like a bitter storm.He never treated her like a wife. Never once did she feel the warmth or pride of being his partner. To the Hidalgos, she was nothing more than a vessel—a walking blood bank, valuable only for what she could give, not for who she was.She had no noble background. No powerful family name to rely on. No formal degree to flaunt. And certainly, in their eyes, no class. She was just a lowly peasant that Rex brought home like a stray animal.Even when she rose to power, became Vice President of the Anderson Empire, when she shared business ventures with Alexa and became a celebrated figure in the fashion world—even then—they only saw the worthless housewife they labeled her as from the beginning. A nobody who somehow w

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