It was almost noon, and everyone’s morning work had pretty much wrapped up. This was a relaxed ti of day with not much to do. People with free ti were slouched in their seats, resting.
Many people heard Wanda Quincy’s blood-curdling scream.
In the secretarial departnt not far away, everyone suddenly sat up straight and whispered, "What was that sound?"
"It sounded like soone screaming," another person said.
"It sounds like it ca from the restroom."
"I think Wanda Quincy and Vivian Quincy are both in there. You don’t think they’re fighting, do you?"
Everyone chid in one after another.
Hearing this, Sumr Jacobs couldn’t help but sneer. "What’s so strange about that? That vixen, Vivian Quincy, is hooking up with Hayden Kaye, the young master of the Kaye family, while also stringing along our president. She even beca a mistress for so scumbag like Jeremy King. Wanda Quincy is a person of such high standing. How could she possibly stand by and watch the president be tainted by soone like that?"
After a pause, Sumr Jacobs continued, "I bet Vivian Quincy is screaming her head off right now, beaten so badly she can’t even get up from the floor."
Alice Wood said, "It’s hard to say who’s beating who. Vivian Quincy isn’t a pushover. As for a pampered rich girl like Wanda Quincy, who’s had everything handed to her, I’ve never seen her be good at anything besides running her mouth."
Sumr Jacobs chuckled. "Then let’s make a bet. I bet Vivian Quincy is the one getting beaten."
Alice Wood muttered, "Psycho."
Not offended by the insult, Sumr Jacobs continued, "Fine, don’t bet. But let make this clear. Wanda Quincy said earlier that she was ’borrowing’ the restroom. No one is allowed to go in without her permission until she cos out. If you really have to go, use the one downstairs. Anyway, no one is allowed in right now."
In Sumr Jacobs’s mind, Vivian Quincy must be lying on the floor, beaten and unable to get up. This was the perfect ti to give Wanda Quincy a helping hand, to let Wanda properly humiliate Vivian!
Therefore, Sumr Jacobs was determined not to let anyone in!
’No one is getting in to save Vivian Quincy!’
Sumr Jacobs practically stood guard at the door, allowing no one to get close.
Their coworkers just watched. Although they were curious about what was happening inside, it was none of their business. Fearing they might get caught in the crossfire, they just lowered their heads and went back to their own work.
Sumr Jacobs stood guard for a few minutes. She thought she faintly heard soone calling her na, but she couldn’t be sure. With the sounds of keyboards clacking and papers shuffling all around, she couldn’t hear clearly, until...
Vivian Quincy walked out of the restroom!
Her clothes were perfectly neat! Not a single hair was out of place, let alone any sign of a beating. She looked radiant and full of energy!
Sumr Jacobs’s eyes widened, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently. She stared daggers at Vivian Quincy, her mind filled with questions. ’What happened? Wasn’t Vivian Quincy the one getting beaten up? I clearly heard her scream just now. Logically, even if she wasn’t lying on the floor, she should at least be limping, unable to stand up straight. Or at the very least, she should be crying.’
But the Vivian Quincy before her now...
...showed not the slightest trace of sadness from being beaten!
She looked just like a victor!
A bad premonition suddenly washed over Sumr Jacobs. Having already guessed most of what had happened, she whipped her head toward the restroom, gritted her teeth, and rushed in, only to be stunned by the scene before her!
"President Quincy!" Sumr Jacobs shrieked, rushing forward. "Where did you fall? How badly are you hurt? Oh my god, your face is all swollen."
"Get away from ! Who let you in!" Wanda Quincy felt utterly humiliated and angrily pushed Sumr Jacobs away.
Sumr Jacobs’s mouth twitched. For a mont, she didn’t know what to say. She ekly let go and apologized, "I’m sorry. I saw Vivian Quincy co out and was worried sothing might have happened to you in there alone. I didn’t expect..."
She hadn’t expected that sothing really *had* happened to Wanda Quincy!
’Is this still the arrogant, domineering future wife of the president I rember, the one who loves to throw money at ?’
’To be beaten by a re assistant...’
Sumr Jacobs didn’t dare say the rest out loud, but her mind was reeling in absolute shock.
Wanda Quincy also felt humiliated and warned resentfully, "Don’t you dare say a word about what you just saw, or I’ll gouge your eyes out!"
Sumr Jacobs nodded hurriedly, raising her fingers to swear an oath. "I absolutely won’t tell a soul."
"Help up," Wanda Quincy commanded.
Sumr Jacobs quickly helped her up, but her movents were too rough and hurt Wanda Quincy. She grunted even louder, her eyes red with pain, and she raised her voice to curse, "Slow down! Are you trying to kill ?"
"No, of course not." Frightened, Sumr Jacobs imdiately slowed her movents. She hadn’t realized Wanda Quincy was so badly injured!
Her face was swollen from the fall, and so was her chin. Probably afraid that others would notice, Wanda Quincy applied a thick layer of makeup before going out.
Everyone in the office was secretly watching.
The mont Wanda Quincy ca out, everyone’s eyes went wide. The won, in particular, could tell at a glance that she had reapplied her makeup.
Why would Wanda Quincy reapply her makeup for no reason? She must have been beaten up!
Those who already disliked Wanda Quincy couldn’t help but laugh. "I never thought I’d see the day."
"The great lady boss of the Quincy Group getting... heheh, in the restroom of all places. How hilarious."
"That makeup is a ss. She must have really suffered in there. Let’s not talk about her, everyone. The poor thing... is in pain."
The secretarial departnt erupted in laughter. Even so who held no particular prejudice against Wanda Quincy were amused.
Wanda Quincy’s hands, resting at her sides, clenched into fists. Inside, she was furious, wanting to tear this crowd to shreds! ’But I can’t. I can’t lower my head, or the crown will fall!’ She wouldn’t show a trace of fear in front of these people. She curled her lips into a cold smile and said, "Sumr Jacobs, ’take good care’ of Vivian Quincy. We get along just fine!"
A glint flashed in Sumr Jacobs’s eyes.
Wanda Quincy picked up her bag and turned to leave. The CLACK-CLACK-CLACK of her high heels echoed down the entire corridor, her retreating figure looking as arrogant as could be!
Sumr Jacobs couldn’t help but stare at Wanda Quincy’s feet, a chill running down her spine. ’This woman has an incredible tolerance for pain! If I rember correctly, Wanda Quincy hurt her foot when she fell. And she’s still wearing such high heels. Walking like that, even if her feet aren’t ruined, they’ll be killing her for the next three to five days.’
’Impressive!’
Sumr Jacobs’s admiration for the beaten Wanda Quincy grew even stronger.
She turned her head, and her malicious gaze landed on Vivian Quincy.
Sumr Jacobs strode back to her desk, grabbed a thick stack of docunts, and walked over to Vivian Quincy. "This is all for you to handle. Get it organized. I’ll be back to get it in an hour."
A small smile played on Vivian Quincy’s lips. "On whose authority?"
"Didn’t you hear what the future wife of the president said? I’m telling you to do it, so you do it." Sumr Jacobs was extrely arrogant, relying on Wanda Quincy’s backing.
Vivian Quincy looked up, her expression neither servile nor overbearing, her clear eyes bright and captivating. "She can co and order around when she actually becos the president’s wife. But... who knows if she’s fated for that?"
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