Chapter 210
Chapter 210:
The moment Gabriela joined the cafeteria queue, Aubrey approached her. “Gabriela, are you dating Mr. Moss? How could you conceal something this monumental from me p>
Gabriela let out a sigh. Finding herself thrust into the spotlight felt absolutely mortifying. She gestured toward Aubrey’s features, deflecting. “Did you indulge excessively during the holidays? Your face appears noticeably fuller p>
For any woman, such observations struck at the core of deepest insecurities. Aubrey immediately clutched her cheeks. “Is the change that pronounced p>
Gabriela confirmed with a solemn nod. “Plus there’s a pimple forming right here. Too much sugary food, maybe p>
Aubrey frantically retrieved a compact mirror to locate the offending spot, completely abandoning her previous interrogation.
Having successfully diverted Aubrey’s focus, Gabriela exhaled quietly with relief.
Meanwhile, Cali and her two companions had monitored every word, their anxiety mounting steadily. Gabriela’s razor-sharp restroom confrontation remained vivid in their memories. They had been navigating their work with extreme caution, terrified that even the smallest workplace transgression might trigger their dismissal.
You𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗶𝘭𝗒 𝗱𝗈s𝘦 𝘰𝖿 𝘯о𝗏е𝗅𝘀 𝘰𝗇.с𝗈𝗆
Now it appeared Gabriela hadn’t merely shared Wesley’s bed; she had established residence within his personal domain.
Who could predict whether Wesley’s future bride might indeed be Gabriela herself?
Waves of bitter regret crashed over Cali and her friends.
Cali summoned enough courage to approach Gabriela and whispered, “Ms. Haynes, those heels must be torturous. Wouldn’t you prefer to rest for a moment? I’d be delighted to fetch your lunch p>
Unaware of their complicated history, Aubrey bristled with protective indignation. “What’s your game here? Gabriela belongs to my circle. Are you attempting to poach my closest friend p>
Cali would never presume to claim Gabriela as a friend. Merely escaping punishment felt like divine mercy.
Gabriela observed Cali and her companions, realization dawning on her. During that restroom confrontation, when she had directed a threat at them, she believed her fate was sealed after crossing Wesley so brutally. She could never have imagined that events would take such a different turn.
She responded with measured composure, “Bear this in mind—disasters bloom from reckless tongues. You’d better think twice before you say anything in the future p>
Cali recognized this warning as her final reprieve. She bobbed her head frantically, showering Gabriela with breathless gratitude.
Aubrey was surprised. Cali, typically so insufferably proud, now cowered before Gabriela like a scolded child.
Yet while some colleagues, like Cali, adopted cautious humility and swift contrition, countless others burned with seething jealousy and bitter resentment.
“I suspected something when Gabriela, barely out of university, climbed the ranks so impossibly fast. Turns out she simply slept her way to the top p>
“Still, you have to admire her strategy. Mr. Moss is absolutely gorgeous. I’d be more than willing to share his bed, no strings attached p>
“Me, too p>
“Oh please, get realistic. With Mr. Moss’s status, do you honestly believe he’d select a bride from peasants like us? His wife must emerge from aristocratic circles—at minimum, some refined socialite p>
“Gabriela merely struck gold because her beauty captured his attention p>
“Yeah, she’s nothing but a fleeting distraction for him. Mark my words—soon enough, he’ll discard her like yesterday’s trash p>
Such venomous observations circulated exclusively beyond Gabriela’s hearing, never spoken boldly enough to reach her awareness. Following lunch with Aubrey, Gabriela ascended to the twelfth floor.
Fiona stood outside the executive office.
The instant she spotted Gabriela, memories flooded back—of that previous visit when Gabriela had maliciously disabled the heating, leaving her wracked with a brutal cold. Even Loretta had maintained careful distance since that incident.
Then Fiona learned that Gabriela had actually resided at Moss Manor during the New Year holiday.
With accumulated grievances surging through her, Fiona fixed Gabriela with glacial hatred and intercepted her path as she emerged from the elevator.
“Did you step from Wesley’s vehicle this morning?” Fiona inquired, her voice sharp as winter glass.