Chloe Caron’s chest heaved violently as she threw the cup in her hand at Eleanor Hollis.
Eleanor was unable to dodge; her forehead was instantly hit and a bump appeared.
No one present expected such a turn of events, and they all criticized Chloe Caron’s wrongdoing.
But Eleanor could tell that these people weren’t sincere; they must also want to know whether her status as a tycoon’s wife was genuine or not.
She tugged her lips slightly, covering her forehead.
Anger gradually gathered in her eyes. She sat down slowly, her face somber with a hint of a chilling smile.
"Chloe, you’re so arrogant; have you made a na for yourself over the past few years? If I were you, I wouldn’t have thrown that cup, because once it’s out, many things can’t be undone. When I was at the company, there was a female senior executive who always went against . She was very capable and much prettier than you, but a single word from sent her packing. These days, being strong isn’t enough; you need connections, and guess what? I have them."
Eleanor slowly took out her phone and dialed Hugo Quinn.
The room had already quieted down; everyone wanted to know what she was doing.
"Help check on my high school classmate, Chloe Caron. Find out what she’s been up to these years, where she’s working now. She hurt , and I’m really annoyed."
Her tone was partly coquettish, partly angry.
After hanging up, she curved her lips and slowly sipped a glass of red wine from the table.
Everyone was frozen, wondering what this person was going to do?
Without Eleanor making any further moves, they indeed didn’t dare to take action.
Chloe’s face grew paler, especially seeing Eleanor’s confident deanor. Her lips pressed together.
"Eleanor, what are you doing? Did you just dial a fake number? You’re trying to scare , aren’t you?"
She was a bit frightened, as this person truly seed serious.
Eleanor raised her eyebrows, noticing the tension beneath her forced composure.
"What? Scared? Miss Caron, thinking of how we’ve all graduated so many years back, at least we’ve mingled in society. But with your deanor, you’re bound to suffer greatly."
Everyone was tired of Eleanor’s suspense, only wanting to know how she planned to retaliate against Chloe.
Ten minutes later, the room’s door slowly opened, and Lan Yancy walked in holding a file.
Upon seeing him, everyone’s eyes lit up instantly. This man was so handso, even rivaling popular young stars.
Who’s this man?
Is he Eleanor Hollis’s husband?
"Eleanor, your husband is so handso, my goodness, so stylish."
"Yes, you two really look like a perfect match."
The girls in the room exclaid, proving this truly is a society focused on appearances.
Lan Yancy bent down, respectfully placing the file in front of Eleanor. The president repeatedly emphasized giving Miss Hollis full respect tonight.
Upon hearing everyone’s words, he calmly spoke.
"I’m just Miss Hollis’s driver. If the president hears this, he won’t be happy."
The person who just spoke instantly closed her mouth, her face full of surprise.
This stylish man is just a driver? Damn, what kind of wealthy family did Eleanor marry into!
Upon hearing Lan Yancy say this, Eleanor curved her lips, carefully examining the file in her hand.
"Miss Caron, your love life over the past few years has truly been colorful. Three years ago, you got entangled with soone else’s boyfriend, and that girl beat you on the street. Two years ago, you accepted your supervisor’s unspoken rules and were caught in bed by his wife. Last year, you agreed to the pursuit of a certain businessman, only to be used playfully by them and dumped within three days."
Eleanor’s mocking gaze turned to Chloe, noticing her body beginning to tremble, and the last hint of color on her face disappeared.
She continued.
"Half a year ago, Miss Caron seed intent on reforming herself and living decently, but unfortunately, your reputation has already spread among businessn. At the start, they’d still give you money; now you’re just a free ride. I don’t know how you dared to co ridicule with all this history. Who gave you the courage?"
The room grew even quieter. Back in school, Chloe liked flirting with boys, changing partners several tis a year. After the boys started paying genuine attention, she’d dump them, leaving many hurt.
They thought she’d reform after graduation, only to end up as a mistress, even caught in bed by a wife.
Chloe took a step back, biting her teeth.
"Eleanor, don’t slander . I’ve never done those things."
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, tossing the file aside.
"Whether you did it or not, you know very well, don’t you? Miss Caron, this file has been sent to your colleague’s hands now, one for each. I wonder what kind of looks you’ll receive at work tomorrow."
Eleanor’s face bore a half-smile, half-not. She had no intention of making enemies, but if soone repeatedly provokes her.
"Eleanor!! Don’t push too far!!"
Chloe shouted, hoping everyone would see Eleanor’s true nature.
"Push too far?"
Eleanor glanced at her lightly, her gaze suddenly sharp.
"From the mont I entered the room, you opposed at every turn, ridiculing with words. I hadn’t intended to bother with you, but alas, you’re asking for to ruin you. I told you, once the cup is thrown, many things can’t be undone, Miss Caron. Your current job was hard-earned through compromising, but unfortunately, your superior will call you soon."
Just as Eleanor spoke, Chloe’s phone rang.
Now everyone dared not provoke Eleanor; clearly, her background was extraordinary.
In just ten minutes, she could investigate soone’s past and pressure Chloe’s current superior.
Chloe glanced at her phone, realizing it was her superior calling. She reflexively looked at Eleanor, who remained calm as ever.
The calr she was, the more sha and anxiety grew in Chloe’s heart.
She pressed the answer button and heard her superior coldly saying she’s fired and warned her not to unwisely offend people.
"Why am I being fired?! I just closed a deal for the company, I’m a ritous employee, you are..."
Chloe’s voice was loud, causing everyone to tense up, seeing Eleanor’s true ruthlessness.
Chloe hung up the phone, her eyes instantaneously red, turning to glance at Eleanor.
"Fine, very well, you think you’re great with your backing, don’t you, Eleanor? Just wait and see; it’s still uncertain who will have the last laugh!"
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