All Chapters of Chase Me Again: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jessica's POV My mood was already sour, and facing Isabella's noisy mockery, I suddenly didn't feel like enduring it anymore. As I stood up to retort, Lillian approached. She stood between us and said to Isabella, "We are all colleagues. Why are you always so aggressive? Can't you show a little basic respect to others?" "Ha!" Isabella, obviously not putting anyone in her eyes under Frank's protection, immediately turned her barbs towards Lillian. "Who do you think you are to meddle here? She's destined to fail and be swept out of the company. If you take her side now, you can look forward to being kicked out together!" "You can try to fire me once you're in a high position," I replied nonchalantly. "We'll see!" Isabella huffed, apparently finding it boring. She shot us a disdainful look, and left the office. I turned to Lillian and sighed, "Thank you for speaking up for me, but it's really not necessary. You might offend her." Lillian just laughed it off and handed m

Jessica's POV Plagiarism? I deliberately frowned at Isabella, "What nonsense are you talking about?" I said this, but in my heart, I felt a sense of relief, as if the sword of Damocles hanging above my head had finally fallen. I had always thought Isabella and her crew would tamper with the production line or the promotional video. I didn't expect them to be waiting for me here. "Your pretense is useless now. Everyone should check X," Isabella said with a gloating tone. I opened my computer and found that there was already a trending topic on X, #AlphaCompanyChristmasCollectionPlagiarism. Upon checking, it was a personal designer named Terry who claimed that I had previously wanted to collaborate with him, but the collaboration didn't work out. Now he found that our newly launched Christmas Love Song had used his design ideas. He also attached an alleged sketch of his creative ideas. The entire office instantly erupted like a bomb had gone off, completely breakin

Jessica's POV Alvin was already prepared, and the company's HR and security personnel quickly arrived at the office. Compared to Frank's and Isabella's dejected faces, Lillian seemed a bit reluctant. Before leaving, she looked at me with red eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Jessica, I really had no choice." I looked at her and said, "If you had told me you were forced before you stood up and lied to defame me, I would consider believing you, but now..." "I really wanted to tell you, but I didn't dare..." Lillian said anxiously, then she glanced at Frank beside her and seemed a bit scared as she said, "Moreover, I have helped you a lot." "To be frank, that's your job..." Before I could finish my sentence, the security personnel behind her pushed Lillian's shoulder. She bit her lip and glared at me as she left. "Come to my office," Alvin said, leading the way out of the office. I followed Alvin to his office. Along the way, my mood was complicated yet resolute. I alrea

Jessica's POV Bullshit! Did he really think I'd buy such a lame excuse? I'd heard from Johnny that Downey had gotten a beating for harassing a female bartender before. Given his lousy behavior, there was no doubt that this was deliberate. I forgot to ask when their vacation ended and left the door unlocked. "You need to get out of here right now!" I pointed at the bathroom door, my voice dripping with anger. Downey shifted his weight, taking a slow half-step back. His dawdling was clearly an act. He had no intention of leaving so easily. His disgusting gaze swept over me, "Hey, are you feeling unwell? You look flushed. How about I help you out?" As he spoke, he inched closer with that hand I despised. Seeing his approaching arm, I hurled the cup in my hand at him and shouted, "Don't you dare touch me!" He took two steps back, still mumbling, "Don't get so excited. It's a misunderstanding. I really didn't mean it. I always stop by your room when I'm back, didn't

Zander's POV Seeing Tawny at Warren's house at that time was, to be honest, quite unexpected. However, the incident from the dinner party was still fresh in my mind, and the subsequent gossip and ridicule I faced had been quite unpleasant. Thus, it was difficult for me to have a good attitude towards Tawny. Tawny looked at me with anticipation, her eyes as if waiting for my response. I took my coffee cup and drained it in one go, showing no intention of talking to her. Her gaze gradually shifted from expectation to grievance, with a hint of loss flickering in her slightly lowered eyes. At that moment, Winnie came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of vibrantly colored macarons. Her eyes swept between Tawny and me, instantly sensing the awkward atmosphere. "These are macarons I just baked. Try some," she said, placing the tray on the table. Then, with a smile, she explained to me, "Tawny's parents have gone on a trip, and I thought the poor girl would be lonely at