No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 491

You know, I actually did want to eat those things earlier, but if I had, then Ernest's secret attempt at making things up to me would've been satisfied.

And I couldn't have that. I wanted to keep him on his toes, feeling guilty but powerless to do anything for me.

Luckily, I had some snacks stashed away in my desk drawer. Just as I was about to grab them, the office phone rang.

Snack in one hand, phone in the other, I answered, "...What? Is it serious? I'll be right there."

Hanging up, I stood up, leaving the snacks behind.

The call had come from one of my team members downstairs. Apparently, a discussion about a project had turned sour, and they'd even gotten physically assaulted.

This was serious.

My team member being bullied felt like a direct affront to me. I drove down there immediately.

"Director Hudson, I swear I didn't go into their women's locker room. They're framing me," the injured team member explained, his face a picture of distress, as I approached.

Inspecting his swollen face, which seemed to be mostly superficial bruises, I asked, "Who hit you?"

"Their head of security."

"And where's their person in charge?" As I finished my sentence, a middle-aged man hurried over.

"Director Hudson, today's incident was a complete misunderstanding, I'm terribly sorry," the man, named Larson, the project manager, was profusely apologizing, nearly bending over backward.

"Since Larson claims it was a misunderstanding, yet my employee ends up like this, what do you suggest we do about it?" I asked coldly.

Larson was quick, almost eager, to offer, "We'll cover all medical expenses."

I couldn't help but sneer. "Is that all?"

"Proof? I am the proof. Saw him with my own eyes entering the women's locker room," he pointed at me.

I narrowed my eyes, "Get your hand off."

The man laughed mockingly, "And what if I don't? In fact, I might just touch you instead."

As he reached towards my face, I didn't give him the chance, swiftly slapping him across the face.

The smack echoed; crisp and loud.

The man was about to retaliate when I kicked him, my high heels not ideal for combat but the pointed heel proved useful. The kick sent him stumbling back into a wall and then rebounding onto the floor.

Just as he was about to curse, a figure approached, and a polished dress shoe pressed down on his hand, causing him to howl in pain.

Looking up, I was surprised at the newcomer's sudden appearance.