The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 154

“Go ahead and provoke me all you want. Let’s see who ends up worse off—me or you?” Lindsay shot back, her words edged with a chilling resolve.

Naomi flinched, instinctively taking a few steps back, but refused to back down. “I’m not afraid of you! Bring it on if you dare,” she said, her voice wavering despite her bravado.

Lindsay stepped forward, and Naomi immediately retreated again, clearly anxious that Lindsay might actually hit her.

Lindsay caught every flicker of fear in Naomi’s expression, her own gaze sharp with mockery. “Didn’t you just say you weren’t scared? Didn’t you tell me to bring it on? So why are you backing away now?”

Naomi lifted her chin defiantly. “I’m not afraid! This is a civilized country—you think you can just do whatever you want to me?”

“You’d better keep that tough talk up,” Lindsay muttered as she turned and went back to her desk. She quickly texted Cheryl, warning her not to do anything rash.

She knew Cheryl well enough—impulsive, quick-tempered, always ready to jump in headfirst.

But Cheryl didn’t reply. Maybe she was busy?

The whole afternoon passed with no word from Cheryl, and Lindsay was on edge. She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, unable to focus on her work at all.

“Dinner tonight?” Yves appeared at her desk, his timing catching her off guard.

His entrance instantly drew the attention of every woman in the design department. Even though he was in a wheelchair, Yves was the picture of the ideal man in their eyes.

“Wipe your chin, you’re drooling,” one colleague teased another, laughter bubbling around the room.

Naomi lingered nearby, watching and listening, her jealousy obvious as she stared at Yves. In both her past life and this one, Yves was the man she wanted most. But whether it was then or now, Yves had never given her a second glance. In the end, she had to settle for Lester.

“What are you doing here?” Lindsay asked, surprised to see Yves so early. She glanced at the clock—it was only four thirty.

Shouldn’t he be at Quigley Group at this hour?

“Came to pick you up. Dinner tonight?”

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