"Don't worry. I won't do the same for you," I dismissed Yvonne.
Unfazed, I continued dressing Lorraine. She was flustered at first, but she eventually gave in and let me do anything to her. She resembled a languorous kitten who wouldn't get mad no matter what I did to her.
Yvonne stood by the door for a moment. She finally couldn't bear it and stormed off.
When Lorraine and I left the hotel, I noticed a flash from the corners of my eyes. I glanced in its direction, but no one was there.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
She still hadn't fully recovered, so she was walking in a somewhat awkward posture.
"It's nothing," I said, wrapping my arm around her waist and glancing back occasionally.
I was probably mistaken. If it really were the paparazzi, why would they take photos of us?
Everyone gave Lorraine odd looks when we returned to the company. I saw people eyeing us, but they didn't dare utter a word.
"What rumors did you all hear this time?" I confronted them with a sneer.
One of my bolder employees met my gaze and whispered, "Ms. Langley came by just now."
I raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
"She said she's going to remarry you."
"Who did she talk to?"
"She was here for Murphy, but he wasn't around. She said she'll attend an interview next Monday and hopes that you'll go with her."
I snorted. "Another pointless interview again."
When I was with her back then, I often accompanied her on such occasions. Sending me an invitation already seemed like a habit of hers.
"I'm not free," I said.
Sensing that the employee was still going to continue, I dismissed her with a wave and said, "Tell her I'm not free if she calls."
"We only brought up divorce because of some minor conflicts. I never expected we'd actually be divorced," Yvonne sobbed as though she had been forced into a divorce.
I scoffed. Defaming others was one of her strengths, after all.
"Ms. Langley, does that mean you didn't want to divorce at all?"
Wiping her tears away, Yvonne continued, "Actually, our relationship has been strained. I know Cole doesn't like me, but I still have to hold on for the sake of our kids."
"I don't like her?" I echoed, suddenly feeling breathless. I had never gone against her when we were together.
Yvonne had gone so far that even my employees were upset at her claims.
"She must be crazy for clout. Mr. Joplin treated her so well!"
"He practically treated her like a queen, yet she has the audacity to say that he mistreated her!"
"She's such an ungrateful woman."
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