Chapter 211
Chapter 211:
There was no hint of fondness in Gabriela’s heart for Fiona, either. Not only had Fiona ruined one of her favorite work outfits, she’d also relegated her to the role of Wesley’s unpaid servant.
Inside the elevator, Gabriela kept a poised, professional smile. “Ms. Dewitt, are you certain you want me lingering here chatting with you p>
Her calm words slipped out just as the doors began to glide shut.
Fiona lunged forward, jabbing the open button with her finger. As the elevator opened again, she shot Gabriela a scathing glare, her face twisted with loathing. “Just answer the damn question p>
Gabriela’s smile didn’t falter as she replied evenly, “Indeed. Mr. Moss and I happened to be headed in the same direction, so I rode with him to the office p>
𝖳𝘩𝘦 𝗺𝗼𝗌𝘵 р𝗼𝗽𝘶𝘭𝘢𝗋 𝘯оv𝖾l𝗌 𝘰n
Fiona’s expression chilled even further. The audacity of that woman—living with Wesley yet maintaining the charade of a purely professional relationship.
“I’ll give you one warning,” Fiona hissed. “Don’t ever ride in Wesley’s car again p>
Gabriela tilted her head slightly, her lips curving faintly. “I’m employed by Apex Group. Ms. Dewitt, you don’t pay my wages, so on what authority are you trying to order me p>
“All you ever care about is money—pathetic and disgusting!” Fiona snapped open her wallet and flung a bundle of cash in Gabriela’s direction. “Tell me, is this enough to make you obey p>
As the elevator doors inched shut again, Fiona darted forward to jab the open button. The bills never touched Gabriela; several slipped into the crack of the door, wedging there awkwardly.
Fiona’s bravado faltered on the spot.
Keeping her tone even, Gabriela replied, “Ms. Dewitt, with those bills jammed in the door, we’ll now need maintenance to check the system. That repair will cost quite a bit p>
Fiona’s eyes widened in disbelief as she retorted, “Have you lost your mind? I’m talking about Wesley, and you’re still going on and on about money p>
Her composure finally snapped, shattering the elegant facade she usually wore.
“And what gives you the right to tell me what to do p>
Her temper flared, and she suddenly lifted her hand, ready to strike Gabriela.
Before Gabriela could even move away, a hand caught Fiona’s wrist midair. Billy’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet firm. “Ms. Dewitt, I’d suggest you control yourself p>
Fiona opened her mouth to lash out again, but the words faltered as her eyes landed on Wesley nearby. The icy indifference in his gaze made her pulse quicken, and she instantly felt the weight of his displeasure.
Turning her frustration elsewhere, she shot Billy a venomous glare. “Let go of me p>
Billy immediately released her wrist, offered a courteous apology, and stepped back with practiced restraint.
Gathering herself, Fiona moved toward Wesley with a saccharine smile, her tone softening as she addressed him. “Wesley, my father just launched a project on Sunset Island. He’d love to host you for dinner tonight to discuss it. Would you be available p>
As she spoke, her eyes flicked to Gabriela with a triumphant gleam. In Fiona’s mind, only a family as powerful as the Dewitt family could offer Wesley true advantage. And what was a mere secretary beside that?
Wesley barely acknowledged her, his tone cool and detached. “Tell your father that if he wishes to work with Apex Group, he can schedule a meeting through the appropriate department manager p>
Fiona’s smile faltered, her confidence cracking for the first time. The project her family was pushing was lucrative—one plenty of investors would fight for. If Wesley genuinely wanted in, he would still need to win her favor. Yet the way he phrased it made it sound as though the Dewitt family were the ones clamoring for Apex’s approval.
She tried to salvage the moment, her voice softening. “Wesley p>