Reincarnated As the Enemy's Wife: Married the Rival, Bound by Revenge Chapter 63: Targetting the Phoney Who Bullied Her

Yvonne had once been obsessed with these luxuries.

However, ever since she had been reborn, she had taken these things lightly.

Compared to spending money, she now found it more interesting to make money.

She turned on the computer and soon a female colleague ca over.

"Are you Yvonne Taylor? I heard you graduated from Zagor University. too."

Tracy Lewis had worked here long. She earned her bachelor’s degree in the university. Wearing a pair of glasses and traditional style clothes, she looked very quiet.

"Yes, I am." Yvonne greeted politely.

"I heard that the intern just now is rich. Look at her, I guess she will hate you for a while. Rember not to provoke her again."

Yvonne had concealed her background, and now she looked like an ordinary college student, so Tracy tried to warn her.

Yvonne laughed inside. What was so great about wearing luxuries? When she used to be new money, this girl was probably still in primary school.

She thought to herself like that, but on the surface, Yvonne still took the advice. "Thank you for your tips. I’ll be careful next ti."

"You’re welco. We’re schoolmates," Tracy said, and then turned on her computer. "Co on, I’ll teach you the most basic thing. I think you’ll learn it very quickly."

*

Lunchti, canteen:

At noon, Tracy went to have lunch in the cafeteria with Yvonne while the rest including the manager with Vanessa.

A few yards away, Vanessa was at the counter; Tracy said to Yvonne in a low voice.

"I heard that the manager’s son works in her family’s company, so they must be close."

Yvonne raised her eyebrows and echoed, "Oh..."

"So, we’d better not ss with soone like her. I think you went too far today..."

Yvonne could not help but look around as she listened.

They said that the canteen of the Leinster Group was the best in the industry, so would Zachary eat here too?

"Hey! Don’t look around! President’s office people are here!"

A group of people in suits strode over.

Every one of them looked serious. No matter where they went, people would greet them. Obviously, they were from the president’s office.

Yvonne recognized at a glance that they were Zachary’s assistants and secretaries, including Mr. King who she had known.

...

"Let’s go!"

Usually, ordinary employees would avoid them. After all, they reported to Zachary and no one wanted to make mistakes in front of them.

Nevertheless, Yvonne had always been casual. She didn’t feel nervous at all and accidentally dropped her ID badge on the ground.

Tracy covered her face, thinking that it was all over.

Even other colleagues looked over with a gloating expression.

Mr. King had been the strictest and hated things like losing one’s badge.

As expected, the black leather shoes stopped.

Mr. King frowned in a second and was about to snap, but then he saw the na and photo!

Well...

He quickly bent down and picked it up for Yvonne.

"Miss Tay..."

Before he could finish, Yvonne shushed him.

...

Seeing Yvonne’s frightened look and then glancing at Tracy beside her, Mr. King imdiately realized and changed the way he addressed her.

"... Miss, don’t lose your badge."

"Yes, you’re right, Mr. King."

Yvonne quickly took the badge and nodded and bowed.

Seeing her like this, Mr. King was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest!

The future boss’ wife actually bowed to him?

If the boss knew, would he kill him?

"Um... Our president is around here. He doesn’t like his employees reckless. Careful next ti!"

Mr. King said hurriedly and fled.

Yvonne could read between the lines— Was Zachary around here?

Had he co to the canteen for lunch?

At this mont, Tracy interrupted her train of thought and said loudly, "That was Mr. King just now! He actually didn’t bla you! You are really lucky."

"Yeah," Yvonne said as she snickered in her heart. "He really doesn’t dare because I’m his boss’ wife."

...

"Let’s go, or it’ll be late."

There was her favorite dish, so she rushed Yvonne.

Fortunately, Tracy had it as she wished.

Yvonne also ordered her al.

It was a simple but delicious al of at and vegetable.

In the middle of their lunch, a well-dressed girl suddenly ca over.

Vanessa pulled the chair away and provoked her.

"Hey, you two, why don’t you co eat with the rest of us?"

"Oh... well..." Tracy was coming up with an excuse when Yvonne spoke.

"You can co and eat with us."

She picked up so dish and spoke naturally.

Tracy’s face paled as she thought. "God, does she want to die? The manager is with Vanessa. Does she even want the manager to co to us?"

"That’s sothing."

Vanessa burst into laughter. "I even thought you were so rich young lady just now."

She suddenly stood up, and her eyes suddenly beca cold.

Yvonne didn’t know why she suddenly lost her temper, so she put down the cutlery and looked up.

"Let tell you, I hate to see people who land a job with connections get all over themselves. So don’t talk to like that again."

Vanessa had seen an expensive Rolls-Royce when parking.

That was why she hadn’t changed her shoes.

However, she saw Yvonne get out of the car!

Vanessa, therefore, mistook Yvonne for a mistress and looked down on her. From the first ti they t, she had been rude to Yvonne.

Yvonne did not know that.

The girl’s voice was pleasant, and she casually wiped the lipstick around her lips with a tissue.

"I’ve never thought that I’m anything special. But I’ll advise so people not to imagine things. We’ll all be working together. We should see what we can do at work."

Vanessa’s veins bulged.

In the anwhile.

A man in a suit looked at the scene across the crowd.

...

Though he couldn’t hear clearly what they said, he could tell that Yvonne was in a bad mood.

"What’s going on?"

"Oh, Mr. Leinster," Mr. King said, "Miss Taylor ca to have lunch with her colleagues. They must be the finance departnt."

"I an, who is the person opposite her?"

"She’s..."

Mr. King had always had a good mory.

He pushed his glasses and soon recognized that she was not an employee.

"She should be an intern. How about I..."

"No."

This ti, Zachary’s reply was surprising.

Yvonne had told him that this ti, she didn’t want anyone to take care of her. She wanted to see how far she could go with her abilities.

"Don’t do anything on purpose. Just report her daily situation to ."

"Okay, Mr. Leinster."

*

...

Yvonne ate very well at noon, and in the afternoon, she went back to work.

It was her first day, and she was an intern who had not graduated yet.

She wouldn’t handle difficult tasks, only so simple worksheets.

Yvonne was still learning the basics from Tracy.

Nevertheless, at this mont, high heels clattered. A woman walked behind Yvonne and threw her a pile of docunts.

"The manager said that you should finish all these before you get off work today." Yvonne glanced at the few thousand pages and did not say anything.

Tracy was a little upset. "Um... Vanessa, isn’t this too much? Usually, a group of two or three would finish this in at least a week."

"The manager said that she should do it alone. If you have any questions, you can ask the manager."

Vanessa snapped at Tracy who had always been a good girl. Even if she felt unfair, she would not talk back and just swallow her anger.

After Vanessa left haughtily, Tracy complained.

"She’s bullying you!"

"It’s okay. It’s just sheets. It won’t kill anyone if I can’t finish."

Yvonne, on the other hand, took it quite lightly.

She was typing as she said that.

"But you can’t finish it alone before you get off work. What should we do?"

"I can only do my best."

Tracy sighed. "I have a lot of work on my hands, but I should be done soon. I’ll help you later."

"Thank you."

On the first day of work, at least Tracy had helped her like this, and it was not because of her identity or relationship with Zachary. In fact, Yvonne was very touched.

After the sheet was completed, Yvonne could only brace herself to read the materials and think about how to input data.

In her previous life, she’d known nothing about computers.

She could only chat, watch dramas, and play gas on them. She couldn’t even pass the school’s computer exam.

But in this life, she got full marks.

Yvonne frowned and pondered looking at the data.

She thought of the knowledge in the computer textbook.

There were various formulas for worksheets.

As long as she used them properly, even if it was a few thousand pages, she could sort them out in an instant!

Thinking of this, Yvonne imdiately opened a program and typed a bunch of letters and numbers...