Chapter 443
Chapter 443:
Though anger curled in her chest, Gabriela forced a mild smile. “It’s fine. I’ll find a way to get the coffee stains out p>
Wesley watched her for a moment. “How much was your outfit? I’ll reimburse you p>
Without hesitation, Gabriela answered, “Twenty-three thousand three hundred thirty-three p>
A second later, her phone chimed.
S𝘩𝗮rе 𝘆𝘰𝘂𝗋 𝖿аvоri𝘁𝗲ѕ 𝗳𝗿𝗈𝘮
A transfer notification. Half a million.
She stared, stunned. “Mr. Moss, that’s far too much p>
“Keep it,” Wesley said flatly. “Buy yourself a few presentable outfits. You’re my former secretary and now the head of a company. Showing up in cheap, tasteless clothes makes you look like a disgrace to me p>
He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into quiet command. “And throw away the one you’re wearing. Don’t try to wash it and wear it again when I’m not around p>
There was no winning an argument with him when he sounded like that. Gabriela nodded and replied softly, “Alright p>
Wesley continued, his tone edged with contempt. “And don’t ever buy something like that again. It’s tacky p>
Gabriela blinked.
So from the beginning… he had just been criticizing her taste?
But Stewart had picked this outfit for her. How could it possibly be tacky?
“Stewart said this outfit suited my style perfectly,” she said before she could stop herself.
The instant that name left her mouth, Wesley’s eyes turned to ice. “He picks your clothes now? Since when did you get so close to him p>
Exasperation flickered across her face.
All she did was ask Stewart for his opinion while buying clothes. How did that suddenly mean anything more?
Wesley’s tone cut clean and absolute. “That man’s character is rotten, and his judgment is worse. Stay away from him. Do you understand p>
Gabriela let out a quiet sigh. “Alright p>
She took his words in. Whether she would actually listen was another matter.
After ruining Gabriela’s outfit, Wesley felt an odd sense of satisfaction, appearing lighter than when he had arrived. He rose smoothly to his feet and stated, “I’m heading back. Don’t bother seeing me out p>
Billy hurried after him.
Once outside, Billy frowned, visibly holding back his words. Wesley shot him a sidelong glance, his tone cool and clipped. “If you have something to say, then spit it out p>
Unable to contain himself, Billy blurted, “Mr. Moss, did you intentionally knock over that coffee cup p>
Wesley recalled how Stewart’s gift had been spoiled by the coffee splash and allowed a crooked smirk to touch his lips. “Yes p>
Seeing the rare flicker of satisfaction on his boss’s face, Billy muttered under his breath, “I get it. You’re jealous of Mr. Williams p>
Gabriela hadn’t pieced it together, but Billy had seen it clearly.
From the moment Stewart charged into the crowd to shield her, Wesley’s temper had been simmering—every sharp word and calculated gesture fueled by irritation. It was nothing like his usual poised and untouchable composure.
Wesley caught the whisper, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold, knowing smile. He didn’t bother to reply, simply slid into the car and shut the door with deliberate finality.