Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 38 Stewing in Her Own Juice

Standing upright where she was, Nicole raised her pitch-black eyes and said coldly, “Firstly, as President Gardner’s secretary, it’s wrong of you to attack me personally without discriminating between right and wrong. Secondly, there’s no problem with my design, but you criticized it at your pleasure despite having little understanding of it. Thirdly, it’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re speaking.” Her voice was dignified, and her eyes showed no signs of fear.

Amber looked at the woman before her, who looked pure and pretty despite having no makeup on. Amber wasn’t from a poor family, and she only came to work at Gardner Corporation because she had feelings for Colton. Queenie—that b*tch—aside, now even an intern dares to have her eyes on Colton. There’s no way I could stand this, she thought. Therefore, she mocked, getting angrier as she spoke, “Women like you are a dime a dozen. Didn’t you sneak up here just to play up to him and create an opportunity for you to be alone with him? Such a petty trick is obvious to me at a glance!”

Nicole only found Amber unreasonable as she listened to the latter’s slanders. She knitted her brows and uttered, “You’re nuts.”

Amber went mad upon hearing Nicole’s words. “How dare you call me nuts!” She stepped on one of Nicole’s design drafts with her high heels right away. With her face clouded over, she uttered between clenched teeth, “Get ready to pack up your stuff and leave!”

soon as she finished her sentence, she heard a chilly voice speak from behind. “What’s

and I stopped her. After that…” Her attitude changed as quickly as turning the page of a book. Just a

while turning her gaze

from behind, the man slowly walked up to her with little change in

hates women who throw themselves at him more than anything else. This woman will definitely be kicked out of Gardner Corporation! she thought. However, before she could feel smug about it, she saw Colton crouching

She stammered, “P-President Gardner, y-you…” Her footprint was still on one of the papers, and

helped pick up the design drafts. After sorting out the papers, he

stuff and resign,” Colton ordered without saying

words aren’t supposed to be directed at me; they’re supposed to be directed at the woman before me,