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Everyone knew Andrew and Isabella were practically inseparable. So, who was this woman brazen enough to approach him? And even more shocking—Andrew actually responded to her?
The employees’ curiosity about the unfolding gossip kept them rooted in place, delaying their departure from work. They feigned busyness on their phones, but their attention was glued to the scene unfolding around Andrew.
Evita could feel their stares boring into her.
In the past, she might have suggested taking the conversation somewhere private, but now she couldn’t be bothered. Andrew had backed her into a corner; she saw no reason to protect his reputation any longer.
“Andrew, the thing I despise most is being the other woman. If you really have feelings for me, prove it. Show me your sincerity instead of using your power to crush me. This ban of yours only backfires!”
Gasp!
The employees nearby were so startled, they nearly dropped their phones.
Who was this woman, boldly claiming Andrew was forcing her to be the other woman? Was Isabella not enough for him? Or had Andrew completely lost his taste? This woman must be out of her mind.
The employees swallowed hard and subtly shifted their positions to eavesdrop more effectively, all while straining to catch a glimpse of this audacious woman.
Inside the car, Andrew, no stranger to unusual encounters, found Evita’s words utterly bizarre.
After the initial shock, all he felt was sheer disbelief.
Did Evita genuinely think he harbored feelings for her? He paused, his foot hovering over the gas pedal, his icy gaze slicing into her.
“Evita, what gave you the ridiculous idea that I have feelings for you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Evita couldn’t stand the pretense. Leaning against the half-open window, she stubbornly listed her so-called evidence.
“When I was interviewed for your secretary, you hired me on the spot. When I got hurt, you sent someone to give me a bandage. When I needed two hundred thousand, you found me a job without hesitation. But because of Isabella, I could…”
“Only accept your help in secret. When I refused, you blacklisted me. Now, no company dares to hire me. You’re the only one left who can help me. You’ve achieved your goal. Are you satisfied?”
The employees eavesdropping widened their eyes in shock.
“Wait… is that Evita?”
“Did you hear what she said? Does Mr. Klein really like her? That’s impossible!”
“If Mr. Klein and Miss Patton’s love story isn’t real, I might as well give up on romance altogether.”
The employees’ murmured gossip drifted to Evita’s ears. She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto Andrew with a gaze heavy with indescribable bitterness.
If he truly cared for her, he wouldn’t let her endure these rumors. She hoped, for a fleeting moment, that Andrew might defend her.
But Andrew’s words crushed any lingering hope.
“Evita, if you’re delusional, get help. The world doesn’t revolve around you.”
His deep voice carried a cold sarcasm that sliced through her, and the look of disdain in his eyes was the final blow.
Evita couldn’t believe that Andrew still couldn’t bring himself to admit he liked her.
Her grip tightened, her nails scraping against the car window, sending a jarring screech through the air.
“If you won’t admit you like me, then what do you mean by everything I just said?”
Andrew, drained of patience, had no desire to explain himself to Evita; his thoughts had been consumed with Isabella all afternoon. But the thought of Evita’s misguided beliefs about him pushed him to stifle his disgust and respond with chilling indifference.
“First of all, the secretary-general was your primary interviewer, not me, but I was the one who fired you. Secondly, the bandage came from the assistant on Isabella’s orders. Frankly, I couldn’t even spare you a second glance. And as for the two hundred thousand, I could have easily given it to you if I intended to help. Offering you a caregiver position was merely a warning—not to pull tricks. Did you really think I wouldn’t uncover your schemes?”
Andrew watched as Evita’s complexion drained of color, unfazed by her reaction.
“Evita, if it weren’t for Isabella’s kindness, you would have already had to leave Ansport long ago. Consider this your final warning. Don’t make this worse for yourself.”
With that, Andrew slammed his foot on the gas, and the blue Lamborghini roared to life, speeding toward Isabella’s villa.
Meanwhile, Evita’s hands, which had been clinging to the car window, were yanked violently by the car’s momentum, sending her crashing to the ground with a sickening thud that drew a pained cry from her.
The witnesses gasped in unison, their eyes wide in disbelief.
Andrew typically exuded a stern and serious demeanor, commanding attention in meetings and making everyone sit up straight. He reserved his gentleness solely for Isabella. But in truth, he was an exceptional boss, offering generous benefits and compensation that made employees eager to work at Klein Group.
What they were witnessing now was a side of Andrew they had never imagined—utterly disgusted with a woman for the first time.
But given what Evita had done, if they had been in Andrew’s shoes, they likely would have reacted even more decisively!
“Evita, you’ve been kicked out of the company, and you still think Mr. Klein likes you? You’re delusional!”
“Exactly! No one respects someone who tries to be the other woman. You’re shameless.”
“Evita, just leave. Don’t ever mention that you worked at Klein Group once. We’re all embarrassed to be associated with you!”
Having witnessed Evita’s actions, the employees harbored deep disdain for her. As they saw her sprawled at the entrance of Klein Group’s parking lot, acting as though the company had wronged her, they couldn’t hold back and voiced their intent to drive her away.
Their harsh words were like whips, ringing in Evita’s ears.
Her hands throbbed with pain, her feet ached, her knees burned, and she had to endure the harsh judgment of everyone around her.
Tears streamed down her face as she longed to wipe them away, but the agony in her right hand made even that small movement impossible.
Andrew’s car had taken off without warning, and had she not reacted in time, she might have lost her life.
The realization hit her hard, forcing her to confront the bitter truth—Andrew didn’t care for her, and it had all been a figment of her imagination.
In a haze of disbelief, she recalled Lila’s advice. Andrew would never love her. At the time, Evita had dismissed Lila’s advice as jealousy. Now, however, she saw Lila had been right all along. If she had heeded her words and worked hard at Klein Group, perhaps she wouldn’t be standing here now.
Evita stood up, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the image she once hoped to project. Even the taxis driving by didn’t dare to stop for her.
Then, her landlord’s call came through, inquiring about renewing her lease, as rent was due soon.
Her mother’s medical bills were still unpaid. She’d been kicked out of Global Entertainment. And now, the rent—this call was the last straw for Evita. She broke down, crying into the phone, her words barely coherent.
The landlady, momentarily softened, told her, “You still have a few days to think about it. If you can’t afford it, I’ll recommend other places. I’ll hang up now.”
As the call ended, Evita was left holding the phone, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on her, alone in the darkness. After a long silence, she scrolled…
Through her contacts, Evita removed Lila’s number from the blacklist. Then, she dialed it.
“Beep… beep…”
The phone rang several times, and just when Evita thought it would disconnect, it finally connected.
She couldn’t find the words to describe her emotions. Her voice cracked with sobs as she immediately apologized. “Lila, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I’m so sorry…”
She repeated the apology, her regret washing over her.
Lila, caught off guard by Evita’s unusual behavior, frowned. Since their last encounter, she hadn’t paid Evita any mind. What could possibly be happening to her now?
After all, they had known each other for over a decade, so Lila’s voice softened, and she asked, “Evita, what’s wrong?”
After hanging up, Evita wiped the tears from her face. Lila would come to pick her up soon, and despite everything, Lila hadn’t changed.
Evita bit her lip, ashamed at needing to ask for help.
This time, she promised herself, she wouldn’t make the wrong choice again.
The winding roads blurred into a streak of motion as a vibrant blue Lamborghini cut through the evening like a comet, its presence fleeting but impossible to ignore.
Andrew checked his watch as he drove at a steady pace, and twenty minutes later, he was parking in Isabella’s villa’s garage.