The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Viola seized Melanie, shocked. She seemed to be puzzled to see Melanie in the office. “Melanie, haven't you resigned? Why are you here again?”

Melanie looked at her expressionlessly. “| came back to take some things.” With a frown, Melanie thought, ‘Didn't Yana say they have to attend a meeting? Why didn’t Viola go?’ She didn’t have much interest in Viola’s pretentious act and did not want to waste time on her.

When Melanie was about to leave after taking her stuff, Viola followed her. She glanced at the box Melanie was holding and grinned innocently.

“So, these are yours, Melanie? | saw Miss Yana packing all that stuff this morning, and | thought it was hers.

“After all, the company gave us some gifts. Melanie, I’m sure you know the company provides many things for us. | haven’t even taken all my things back home yet.”

Melanie glanced at Viola coldly. Viola was saying as though Melanie had returned to take back LeapCo's stuff. She was annoyed.

Coldly, she said, “When you were dating Eugene, didn’t he bring you to enough places? Look at you boasting about LeapCo’s seasonal benefits.”

She was taller than Viola, and how she looked at Viola from above as she mocked her embarrassed Viola.

Her face turned pale. She was about to refute when Melanie said, “Stop being so pretentious. You won't get any award for putting on an act before me. You might not feel tired of doing this, but it annoys me.

Viola looked at Melanie's departing back as her frozen smile faded.

She did not like Melanie the first time she saw her, and she could not force herself to like Melanie even now.

Meanwhile, Melanie carried the box out of the office and put it in the car.

She looked at LeapCo’s building for a while before calling someone.

However, the person on the other end of the call did not pick it up.

Melanie did not give up and dialed again.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After ringing for a few seconds, the call went through.

Melanie held her breath. The nails of her right hand dug deep into her palm as she said in her hoarse voice, “Eugene, | want to have a word with you.”

The man on the other end of the call remained silent.

After a while, Eugene’s lazy voice sounded. He said sarcastically, “Melanie, who do you think you are?”

Melanie sat in the driver's seat and stared at the advertisement board. She lowered her voice and said, “Does your request before this still count?

“You told me if 1... satisfied your needs, you'd help me.”

Melanie couldn't say the phrase ‘please him’. She said every word slowly, as if she was debating with her dignity deep down.

However, Eugene showed no response upon hearing her words. He scoffed and asked, “Did you misunderstand yourself or me? Why do you think | should give you another chance?”

Melanie’s grip on the phone tightened.

She lowered her head and leaned against the steering wheel. Her voice was hoarse as she was holding back her tears. “Can... you tell me what | can do to make you help me, then?

“| can do anything as long as you help me, Eugene.” Melanie’s voice was soft, and she sounded exhausted. The stress she was facing was suffocating her.