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!”

she finished her sentence, she heard a

Gardner, someone here attempted to break into your office without permission, and I stopped her. After that…” Her attitude changed as quickly as turning the

while turning her gaze

man slowly walked up to her with little

other hand, Amber was secretly delighted. Colton 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

sight of the scene, Amber was dumbstruck. She stammered, “P-President Gardner, y-you…” Her footprint was still on one of the papers, and it

up the design drafts. After sorting out the papers, he held them with

stuff and resign,” Colton ordered

her senses, Amber raised her head slightly. These words aren’t supposed to be directed at me; they’re supposed to be directed at the woman before me, she thought. “President