Chapter 583: Chapter 583

"Hiss... You look familiar; aren’t you Jane Quinlan from the assistant’s office?"

Having heard Wendy say so, Jane Quinlan guessed that she might be someone from the assistant’s office.

"May I ask who you are...?"

"You don’t need to know who I am. You really have good fortune, don’t you?

I heard you were transferred here through the backdoor from a newspaper agency.

The salary there couldn’t have been high, right? That outfit you’re wearing... hmph."

Her insinuation was clear, and Jane Quinlan searched her memory carefully.

She didn’t recall offending anyone .

So why did she have to be so sarcastic when she spoke?

"It couldn’t have been bought with your own salary, could it?

I haven’t heard of our company having any hidden rich young ladies.

You’re making quite the scene... oh, no, surely not.

Perhaps I’m overthinking it; who would spend on an average-looking woman like you these days?"

After finishing her piece, Wendy laughed coldly and continued past Jane to grab some pastries.

Jane frowned. Does this woman have a problem?

Noticing that people around were sizing her up, she took a breath and quietly stepped into the restroom.

How unlucky. I was in such a good mood, and she just had to stir up a storm in me.

She looked down at her dress. Was this gown really that ostentatious?

She was just wearing it because she liked it; how did that translate to being kept?

And besides, is it worth millions? She would never believe such nonsense.

Even though it was comfortable and boosted her confidence a lot, if it was indeed worth millions, it was just not worth it.

Still annoyed, she washed her hands, intending to dismiss that woman’s words like dog crap and forget them.

Yet, as soon as she turned around, she saw the same woman entering the restroom.

Wendy, with a domineering approach, came towards her, step by step.

Jane felt awkward and took a step back, but the woman advanced a step closer.

Finally, Jane could no longer hold back her anger: "Who on earth are you?"

"Who am I? I am Director Forrest’s personal assistant.

Do you know what ’personal’ means?

It means... the kind that exceeds a safe distance."

Jane was taken aback. What nonsense was this woman spouting?

"I know who you are. Director Forrest told me about you.

He said he found a very innocent girl in the company to toy with.

But you see, the outside floozies are just for fun, don’t take it too seriously."

Jane clenched her teeth. She wouldn’t let anyone provoke her; she trusted Kay Forrest.

"I don’t care what you’re ranting about.

I’m not in the mood to listen to you go crazy. Move aside, I’m leaving."

She was about to sidestep and leave when Wendy suddenly grabbed her: "I haven’t finished talking yet. Who allowed you to go?"

As she spoke, she pulled Jane in front of a mirror, "Jane Quinlan, take a good look at yourself.

Who do you think you are to dare dream of getting Director Forrest?

Stop dreaming. He’s mine, and even if he ends up not being mine, he will never belong to someone like you.

You better recognize your own status—a street vendor good dreaming of ascending to high society.

I’m warning you, get away from Director Forrest immediately.

Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Heh, Jane gave a sideways smile, her eyes flashing with confidence.

"Since you talk to me this way, I don’t have to be subtle anymore.

You want me to look at myself in the mirror, right?

I see it; I know my own worth, and even more so, what my relationship with Kay Forrest truly is.

And you... I would advise you to take a good look at your own reflection.

Kay Forrest will never like an ambitious woman with a heart more venomous than a viper’s.

Your audacity to grab my collar and talk today already shows how bold you are.

I’m returning your own words to you, don’t dream about it.

Kay Forrest isn’t yours, and even if he ultimately isn’t mine, he surely won’t be yours.

Because he is intelligent and wise, and he wouldn’t choose a woman who lives behind a mask."

"You..." Wendy gritted her teeth, her face seething with anger. This woman was not simple at all.

"It seems you want to have a go at confronting me, is that it?"

"I’m really not in the mood, and there’s simply no necessity for it.

You pose no threat to me at all in my eyes."

Wendy looked on coldly: "Where does such confidence come from?"

Jane Quinlan pushed away her hand and lightly stroked her dress.

"According to you, we’re both Kay Forrest’s bedside companions.

But I get to wear the one-of-a-kind, million-dollar gown from Eldoria he lovingly prepared.

She copied Wendy’s taunting smile, and with a hook of her hand against Wendy’s dress, her tone was full of sarcasm.

"Is this a knock-off you picked up from some street stall?

It just looks so low-class."

Wendy pressed her hand on her shoulder: "Don’t get cocky."

"That’s my line to you.

Don’t be too arrogant.

You’re just Kay Forrest’s assistant, not every secretary ends up being the boss’s lover.

All you need to do is to support him in his work.

If I remember correctly, Kay Forrest gave you a warning on your first day as his subordinate; you seem to have forgotten all about it.

What, you need me to repeat it for you now?"

As Jane Quinlan said this, Wendy’s face grew even colder.

"These are all rules I insisted on, bet you didn’t know that." After a sarcastic smile, Jane Quinlan walked past Wendy and left the restroom.

Once out, she breathed a sigh of relief.

God, this must be the legendary vicious scheming of women.

She suddenly felt so empowered.

Having held her breath just now, now that she relaxed, she felt amazing and incredibly hungry.

No, no, she needed to eat to replenish her strength.

She quickly left and returned to the main hall, where Kay Forrest had been dragged away by someone and was lost in the vast crowd.

Jane Quinlan picked up a plate and went to get food; she had to eat quickly.

In the restroom, Wendy came back to her senses and looked at herself in the mirror.

She had actually just been humiliated by some lowly woman?

Thinking about it, she couldn’t swallow the insult and turned to follow her out.

Seeing her grabbing some pastries to eat, Wendy mocked with a smile.

Truly an unsophisticated thing.

She walked forward, thinking about how to deal with Jane Quinlan next, when she saw a waitress passing by Jane Quinlan’s side.

A girl approached and asked for a glass of wine, and just as the girl was getting a steady hold of the wine, Wendy ’accidentally’ bumped into her from behind.

The girl’s body lurched forward, and the glass of wine was poured all over Jane Quinlan’s dress without missing a drop.

Jane Quinlan was choosing pastries when she suddenly felt a chilling sensation on the back of her leg, turning around to see, oh no, the back of her dress looked like a period stain, as ugly as it gets.

The girl was dazed from the fall, and Wendy hurriedly helped her up: "Are you alright? Why weren’t you more careful?"

The girl frowned: "There are too many people here, I don’t know who bumped into me from behind."

Jane Quinlan glanced and saw Wendy, immediately knowing this woman must have been behind it.

The girl, seeing she had splashed wine on Jane Quinlan’s dress, felt terribly guilty: "I’m so sorry, it wasn’t on purpose."

Wendy curled her lips: "Oh dear, now you’ve really done it.

This dress is from Paris Fashion, the only one like it in Eldoria, worth millions.

I bet even if you sold yourself now, you couldn’t afford it."

The girl became even more panicked upon hearing this and quickly grabbed a napkin from the table meant for utensils to wipe Jane Quinlan’s dress.

"I’m so sorry, I’m truly sorry, how... how did I even fail to hold a glass steady."

This commotion wasn’t small, attracting quite a crowd of onlookers.

Kay Forrest also made his way over from a distance.

Because of his arrival, everyone made way for him.

Kay Forrest reached the front of the crowd and seeing Jane Quinlan become so disheveled so suddenly, he immediately began to take off his clothes to step forward.

Jane Quinlan saw this and hurriedly shook her head at him.

Kay Forrest’s brow twitched but he indeed did not move, for he saw in Jane Quinlan’s eyes a light that had never appeared before.

At this moment, seeing Kay Forrest appear, Evie Larkin also pushed through the crowd and came forward, pulling at Jane Quinlan with concerned exclamation: "Jane Quinlan, what happened to you? You look so terrible, wait a sec, I’ll get you a blanket."

Jane Quinlan pressed her lips together and held onto Evie Larkin: "It’s alright, Miss Evie Larkin," then she turned to the girl who accidentally spilled wine on her: "Don’t be nervous, it’s okay, it’s just a dress, it’s no big deal.

My boyfriend spoils me a lot, if this one is ruined, he will buy me a new one, out with the old and in with the new."

As she spoke, she reached over to the table to pick up a steak knife and cut around the part of her dress stained with the wine spill.

Soon, the long dress turned into a short one, displaying her long, slender legs for all to see.