Rewriting the love story after traveling into the novel novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 A Business Trip from Hell

“May I ask why Mr. Brendon summoned me?” Sharon asked through gritted teeth.

Brendon raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the long face for?”

She had to physically restrain herself from punching him. Deep breath. Deep breath. Sharon forced an ugly smile.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Brendon?”

He gave her a side glance. “You’re cursing me in your head, aren’t you?”

Sharon looked him dead in the eye. “No”

“You totally are.”

Finished

Motherfi- Sharon bit back the rest. The number of people who cursed Brendon behind his back could fill a stadium. Even his assistant had once gone off in the restroom. Sharon had been in the next stall, and heard everything.

She wasn’t special. Why did she have to be singled out?

But she held it in.

“I swear I’m not, Mr. Brendon. Your time is precious. Let’s skip the nonsense and get to the point. Time wasted is money lost.”

Brendon stared at her for a beat longer. “You’re coming on a business trip tomorrow.”

“What? Me? I’m not your secretary or assistant–I’m just the filler on the project team. Totally unqualified.”

Brendon replied smoothly, “Exactly. To keep you from being deadweight at the office, I’m bringing you along for some real- world experience. You should thank me for caring about your professional growth.”

“But–but Mr. Brendon, I’ll just slow you down. What if I mess things up? What if the project tanks because of me?”

“Then you’ll take full responsibility. So be sharp and competent.”

Sharon looked like she might cry. She had no ambitions. She just wanted to coast peacefully. Going on a business trip with Brendon? Pure torture.

“Mr. Brendon…”

“Oh, and by the way, both my assistant and secretary are unavailable. You’ll be covering both of their jobs. Go prep.

Sharon felt like the sky had fallen on her head.

She drifted zombie–like to the door, pulled it open-

And came face–to–face with Yvonne, who had just raised her hand to knock.

“Sharon? What are you doing here?”

Yvonne looked surprised.

She knew Sharon–Becky’s friend. Which meant, in her mind, trash by association.

Naturally, Sharon didn’t like her either.

“I work here. Why are you here?”

Yvonne frowned, not answering the question. Instead, she sneered, “Why’d you come work at Brendon’s company? Trying to

seduce him

Inside the office, Brendon’s expression twitched

Is she really Xavier’s sistert low is her brain wired this poorly?

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Chapter 115. A Business Trip from Hell

Sharon rolled her eyes and tried to walk past, but Yvonne blocked her.

“Don’t play dumb. I know you and Becky are two of a kind–shameless man–chasers.”

Sharon clenched her fists. If this weren’t work, Yvonne would already be on the floor.

“You know who I really want to seduce, Yvonne?”

Yvonne backed up warily, crossing her arms. “Wha–what? Who?”

Finished

You. I want to seduce you straight into a sewer. Seduce you into the ocean to feed you to sharks. Seduce you into a jungle and let the snakes take care of you. Seduce you into the grasslands and let the lions and leopards rip you apart.”

It took Yvonne a full second to process.

Then she shrieked. You venomous shrew! You’re just as vicious as Becky!”

Sharon had been simmering all day–and now she’d boiled over.

Tll poison you if you don’t shut up. One more word, and I’ll snap your neck.”

Brendon covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

Sharon’s rage was probably meant for him, too. He’d seen that glint in her eyes earlier.

Sharon shoved Yvonne aside and stormed off.

Yvonne, furious, stomped into Brendon’s office. She lunged to grab his arm, but he swiftly dodged.

“Brendon,” she whined, “did you see that? Sharon was so rude! Fire her!”

Brendon’s smile vanished. “Yvonne, this is my office. Don’t start drama here.”

“But she was

xas out

of line!

“You accused her of trying to seduce me right out of the gate. Of course she fought back. Honestly, I think she handled it pretty well.”

Yvonne pouted. “Why are you taking her side? Do you like her or something?”

Brendon sighed. This was exhausting. Trying to reason with Yvonne was like trying to teach calculus to a rock.

“Yvonne, stop it. Go home. This is my workplace.”

Yvonne pouted harder, then suddenly shifted tactics and sat on the couch. Fine, I won’t say anything else. I’ll wait here. Let’s go have lunch together later.”

Brendon pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you doing now?”

“Waiting for you to eat lunch with me, of course!”

He stared blankly.

“I asked you out the other day and you said you were busy. So I came to the company today, and you’re still rejecting me. Brendon, I’m a girl. Is one lunch too much to ask?”